Celestial Chaos - 05, Moons

Lesser lights, chosen ones

Rejected like stained suns

Yet testimonies so true

This story isn’t new

The princely light announced

Of the position now renounced

with companions now denounced

a new way has been pronounced

To make the moon a center

is to take away all splendor

a claim which does not yet bleed

it must first become a creed

O, lunar government

what art thou?

strange infatuation

deranged imagination

While stars still shine from afar

Entreating as though avatars

Friends, yes old friends, new scars

Moons start dripping crimson bars

Then cometh the horror

something beyond disorder

bleeding words tinged with fire

blood moon becoming an ire

“You’ve gone too far, never return.”

“His law and His face is too firm.”

“From my place in space I affirm—

If you go back, you will burn.”

“Go back and all your light is stripped.”

“You might as well live in a crypt.”

“The only path now is blood.”

“Let us storm Them with a flood.”

As the moons do move the tides

So do creeds create divides

Testaments are written in red—

Yet the false are the greatest dread

Unspoken cries through voids sound,

“Dead.”