Luna
Luna.
You.
(some say stone)
but truly queen
or the great winking eye
of a devouring demon
possessing the atmosphere
You.
majesty of bright-eyed devils
bejeweled faces
turned all in to worship You
from above
from below
united in praying
You.
mighty weeping eye
(tears of milk soak
black velvet)
your servants cry for You
and cry for judgment
against
daylight and its children(us)
You.
rally Your troops
(Your black legions
of flickering Cyclopes
Your dark priests
loathsome bishops
Your astral apocalyptic
army of candles)
You.
wide and wet
stare at
us(tiny creation)
without our blue barrier
exposed
shaken
alone
parasites
in Your kingdom
Luna.
Your gaze
is the warpath.
