ShadowDrycan

There really is no bigger beauty, the brother moon sits elegantly and still, the tranquillity holds my mind in a form of awe, it shines down upon the undeserving earth, it witnesses the death of man and the breakdown of society, why must we subject it to our pain. The gentle light beckons you to its illuminate light, grasped by the bitter cold around you it comforts you, like the mother to a child its gentle nature soothes you, calm like the wind and gentle like a flower, the beauty grasps you. But still the violence below insults it, the bitter society and government stains it, our hate and anger pierces it, we board it like a