Moon Stories [POEM]

The kindly moon,

undermined by the sun,

deserves love as much

as our morning days.

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Moon Stories

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Photographer: Jordan Steranka

#PoemsByKyrie

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It returned once more, festivities,

All brought together by the old moon,

But it fancies me that there are tales

About the moon— and it's not just one,

The moon above is bright and silver,

And tells the tales of forlorn lovers,

Of the goddess of the moon, Chang'e,

And her beloved husband, Hou Yi,

The tragedy that fell between them

Had left tradition still made today,

Of giving cakes to the immortal

Who was made to leave her husband dear,

The moon above held precious secrets,

One that mankind should have known about,

That it has been the last of its kind

After the Bakunawa feasted,

And even now, during its eclipse,

The people bang all their pots and pans

In hopes to drive away the vile beast

Who still yearns for the glowing moonstone,

The moon above, delight to the eye,

Yet also the fullness brings horrors,

Of those that turned to ferocious wolves

Under its kindly light, silver bright,

The people of old had armed themselves

With silver bullets and shiny knives,

To take down all the lunatic beasts,

Drunk from the power of the moonlight,

The moon above had some songs to sing,

Of praise, like hymns, or sorrows, rhapsodes,

Ethereal is the voice of the moon,

Drawn by the cart of one Artemis,

And she never stops bringing the cart

Around the world, for she is the one

Who dare tries to turn the day to night,

Who gives us all but a chance to rest,

And it matters not where it came from,

Stories and tales of the moon alike,

For we revere it as kindly light

That gives us a path in dreary nights.

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BG Photo: Banter Snaps