The Moon Tells a Story: The Art of Inquisition

Something to think about, in the spirit of science!

So I asked her, “Why are stars

So far, far away?”

And she didn’t really answer.

So I asked her, “Have you met

The sky?”

And she turned to me,

And smiled sad.

“Did you know that the sky is a monster?”

“A monster?”

“A monster.

It was made by a mad scientist,

Who fumbled about his lab looking

For something to capture the stars with.

They used to come close

And say hello;

They would speak to me for hours

Because they were my only friends.”

They seem nice,” I say

And I know she won’t take it

Because she’s met them and I haven’t.“

And so he wove himself a cloak.

Out of endlessness.

”Stars don’t know what endlessness is.

“I don’t know what endlessness is.

Where else have I been

But my world, this grassy land?

”It made me sad to see her cry,

So I looked down to hide, sunk further in my blanket.

“And every night I come up,

To see them dance around me.

But the cloak of endlessness was brought out that night.

The scientist wanted to capture the star who was my best friend.

Into the delicate little ears that I had whispered all my secrets to.

Since nothing can fly in rain,

He made the clouds cry.

He was evil, and he paraded across the sky.

We were talking about life.

And it ended when the little light was sucked away.

My sky split.

Now there was no end, there were too many stars to make one.”

I looked now, and still she was alone.

“You don’t know what it means.

Memories are too painful to keep.

My companions have left me.

And now I watch below me so I don’t have to look at the distance between us.”

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