I shall not serve, I called into the night,
and in the dark, I let the moon
come creeping.
"Don't serve" it whispered, "just
worship".
"Do as thou whilt," it said,
"but do it for me."
The new moon, opened my eyes to see myself
asked for nothing, but my
understanding.
An ear to hear the moon crying
star light tears falling
in the sky.
The moon grew full, and called to me
spoke of fun and laughter of the future
"Be cynical with me, laugh at the daylight world,
but give me
the future I desire. It'll cost you not."
The moon waned and called again,
darker now the moon obscured the world.
"What can I give you?" it asked,
taking away the side
of me I knew.
The dark moon came and said
"I understand for we are kin
Dark
in the dark world we alone can see
do not serve, but offer what I
want."
I served not, but gave all
that was asked of me. Well rewarded
with the
moon in my sky,
and the night in my blood.
But the new moon wed the sun,
the full moon hurried on, had no time
the
waning moon, cut my spirit dry
and the dark took the tide I rode .
I sought understanding kin ship
and a thousand different things,
bargained away my being but would not serve.
Poorer now and broken in a
moon less night
I search for the place I once belonged.
