The moon begins to darken, lose its shiny grey appeal
And it blushes a bit to be in the gaze of the night
But as its darkness grows, at the fading of the light
The colour red strengthens, like a growing inflamed weal
To the east Mars glowers like a scorned lover
No longer the bright red thing in the chilly sky
Now it waits its turn with scornful eye
Not too close, not too far, doomed to simply hover
And down a bit below, glitters bright Spica
Not many times to glow so brightly
Would need the darker redness nightly
To entice, to flirt, like velvet scattered mica
But at long last the darkness grip has been broken
A sliver of white light skips along the lunar edge
Beginning with a tiny crown that becomes the wedge
Albedo white returns across the face. Normality has spoken.
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