I am the Solitary moon,

The only spec of light

Drifting over the ethereal

Twilight…

'tis a wicked fate…faith?

Stripped, drained, consumed…

Not a single cloud to

Embrace, Nor a wandering

dove to console…

the eternal flame burns.

and so is my soul

oh fate! Oh wicked, wicked fate!

And you, you who conceal

Beneath my luminous beam…

Relieve me from my misery

Gaze up into the sky and

See the splendor…

… for no MORTAL has ever

dared to look closely…

intimately… passionately…

oh hideous fate!

I only ask for a glance.

Is it too much to beseech?

Oh mistress, I know naught

Of what to do. Shall I

Strew my ultimate ray of

Light, or must I relinquish

Myself to thee and vanish

Forever from this cruel world?

Fate!!! Faith?

- Allan Roy Martos -