Moonlight. It shines ever brightly; It glows on the edge of the basin.
Hauntingly gazing, The Moon, through the dark – with the light it does hasten.
Darkened, the depths of the water beneath it does shimmer with moonshine;
Mirroring all the crepuscular features – it sings to the skyline.
Blowing, the wind finds a path through the thicket of evergreen pine trees.
Greenery turning to darkness, it swallows the moonlight with great ease;
Swaying and rocking, the leaves and the branches – they dance with a measure;
Marking the coastline, the forest – it beckons the night beasts with pleasure.
Pulling the tide, as it fills up the heavens with luminous power –
Reaching the peak of its monstrous potential upon the twelfth hour;
Primal, encompassing fear, trepidation and curious urges –
This does The Moon in the sky represent every night it emerges.