Oh no! Not another moon
Lighting loves both lost and alive;
Do you moon on grief and love thrive
When I, here, must drink to survive..?
Begone! Please….. You are not needed;
Lovers lust for dark,
And even a super blue moon goes unheeded;
I have my fire which will me spark
Into action to make my mark;
While I wax, you will wane
And with it, you may take my pain.