Rocks and Fire

I thoroughly believe the mire, That the moon and the stars are lies. They are nothing but rocks and fire, Pretty from afar, set only to agonize.

So I won’t promise you the literal moon, Or the talk of ‘from the moon and back’. I won’t wish for you to the stars, They are probably dead within the black.

Yet I hope to be the rocky moon, Driving waves to you at your behest. And I pray to be the starry fire, Burning within your eyes and chest. 

 – Funadrius

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