A smudge of gray appears at the moon's edge
Marring its white, round brilliance.
The shade creeps inward.
Now only half a circle of suspended light
Shines glory in the navy sky.
Red-brown shade claims half the moon,
The color of dried blood.
Soon night's lamp (and mankind's muse)
Reveals its cold, brown heart.
It's just a rock - it's nothing more -
Eclipsed by lesser lights.
Marring its white, round brilliance.
The shade creeps inward.
Now only half a circle of suspended light
Shines glory in the navy sky.
Red-brown shade claims half the moon,
The color of dried blood.
Soon night's lamp (and mankind's muse)
Reveals its cold, brown heart.
It's just a rock - it's nothing more -
Eclipsed by lesser lights.
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