Yes, I’m being followed by a moonshadow,
He has many brides, all moths.
A groom tonight,
moonshadow has the spotlight.
A procession covered in spider web veils,
Wings- winking dirty little secrets
Only moonshadow knows.
Moths- dangling in the faint light,
Fainting in the light dangled
Before their eyes
Before he said they weren’t his moonlit brides
merely shadow butterflies.
Moon had acne as a child,
So he tried to be bright instead.
Moon, my friend,
don’t let the stars go to your head,
gassy and hot-tempered.
Not the light- but the reflector-
What the world needs in a leader.