The moonlight is a sacred time,
the moonlit skies are a deep black,
with bright stars seen by the hundred thousand.
The sky, like dead hope,
the symbol of hope, nestled against the blackness.
The stars like dancing
children dreaming only of a world filled with peace and love.
The moon, the only symbol of anything
in the blackness of a silent
night,
the blackness a stain on the Universe,
each star a super nova ready to explode
and consume the blackness that is the sky,
and leave us in the light.
Look at the perfect image you see.
Look at the stars, and watch them dance.
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