O Moon, thy spectral face this night revealed,
Doth mock the sun—for beauty is in peace,
And peaceful is the night. This scene unveiled,
It rings with desolation as the dreary seas.
Each month you’re full again—the time is sealed.
You drink young virgins’ blood. Your cruelties
You don’t deny. Twelve times, the clock has pealed.
The face so scarred by past eternities—
So stony, cold, unfeeling, like a heart
That turns to thee in hate and drunken gaze.
I curse thee, Moon, I bid thee fall apart:
You took my dreams, and your light set ablaze
These dreams that wax and wane like you in nights.
Like you, I cannot feel this earth’s delights.