• The moon will rise just wait
    and see
    Its placid pale color will wash over the ruins
    And fill them with beauty only the moon can fill
    Yes the moon can turn almost anything
    into beauty,
    Old ruins, bones, dust, destruction, prisons, and death
    Its great beauty can linger on the ugly and
    decrepid
    And still bring light and life to it that is the moon's secret and its curse
    Imagine how it feels sitting in the sky
    day after day
    Making us and everything around us beautiful to others eyes
    When all it sees is
    emptiness
    I suspect that would make anybody
    unhappy