The Treason of the Moon.

In the fading light of evening,

she shyly shows her face,

her wispy silver hair,

flows down through time and space.



Her quiet voice it roars within me,

deep inside my heart,

her words as sharp as daggers,

begin tearing me apart.



Her flowing hair no longer silver,

now a crimson red,

her eyes are flashing violently,

how long until I'm dead?



But not all hope is lost this night,

hope comes to me by way of light,

an angel now stands by my side,

to fight the overwhelming tide.



Soon more join in and war begins,

the angels fight against this sin,

the rays of light fill up the sky,

fight to the death, but who will die?



The moon quails beneath the strain,

her mighty rage begins to stay,

the sun has risen to her might,

the moon is forced into her flight.



The battle for the sky now through,

the rolling plains now wet with dew,

I slowly sink down to my knees,

the war now won, I breathe with ease.



To this day I won't forget,

how beautiful was that sunset.

I won't forget that night in June,

about the Treason of the Moon.