Spear the Moon
by Karinna

I’ve gone on a quest to spear down the Moon.
Look not upon it with pity.
Do not bask in its alabaster glory.
It is bitter and dead,
Beautiful as a cold marble statue,
But incapable of capturing the warmth of feeling.
Soon I shall char it black,
Mar it beyond recognition,
And swallow it whole
As it has already done to me.

Me, the furious, fatal,
Wicked, untamed,
Untouchable,
Barbarian!
I am fallen.
‘All for one’ does not apply
To devils.
Do you remember me
Proud in my uniform
A whole, untainted man?
Me, when I was not
A wolf in sheep’s clothing?

I’ve gone on a quest to spear down the Moon.
Plunge my silver sword deep in its gut
And drown its light in the murky seas,
As unforgiving as I am.
I am not complete
And it, too, shall never be again.

The tides will cease,
The night turn pristine and silent.
We will know darkness like no other,
But find safety in being invisible.
We will gaze upon the stars,
So many unseen because of the Moon’s
Attention-seeking glow.
Will you not delight in it, my Angel?
Living by the light of those
Distant dazzling specks,
Like so many fireflies
Swimming in ink
Or thousands of rhinestones
Pinned to your skirts of
Ebony silk?

Is it too much to crave
To be in control of one’s life?
I have been thrown on the mercy
Of that varying orb,
Though faithful in its changes.
Never yet has it failed
To fill its belly on stolen sunlight,
And turn its mocking, swollen face
Upon me, without mourning
The decision to seize my manhood
And cast me into a beast’s body.

I’ve gone on a quest to spear down the Moon,
For what is a Musketeer with no purpose?
Perhaps I’ll upset Nature’s balance along the way,
But regain my own.
Regardless of the consequences.

I’ve gone on a quest to spear down the Moon
To salvage a life tossed to canine teeth.
Angelina!
Worry not for the Moon’s fate,
Or if the destruction I shall bring
Is worse than that of the slaughter
I’ve already wrought…
Only, pray for me,
At the Moon’s falling,
And your love’s rising,
Into a Man worthy of devotion.

So light me a lantern,
Hang it from the porch hook,
And never let it burn out.
For when the world has collapsed
Into shadow by my hand,
I trust you, my tender Angel,
To guide me Home.