The Moon, The Dawn, The Stars, The Sky
The Moon, The Dawn, The Stars, The Sky
Tread lightly O coltish one,
The sky is dark and
A myriad of broken stars
Is pervaded all around.
Be vigilant of the
Charlatan crescent moon,
Don't let its sharp edges
Pierce your bare sole and
Slather the sky crimson
With your drizzling red.