The Moon People

In the darkness of the night

when everything is quiet

and everyone is asleep,

the moon people arise.

Unseen for ages,

hidden from the others,

and banished from the sun

are the benevolent children of the night.

Cursed by the gods for worshiping the moon

they are our guardians,

the keepers of our souls,

the fair moon people.

Moonless Night

Behold the infinite sky,

for it holds the truths unknown.

It holds the stars above,

the happy children of the night,

dancing over us, lighting our way.

There the Silver Moon dwells,

the fair mother of the Earth

and the keeper of the world.

But do not angry the Moon

and beware of the moonless night

where darkness reigns and

nothing seems right.

Doubts

Who am I to blame?
Who am I to see?
Who am I to judge?

Caressing the words from lost memories
Endless talks of souls lost
defining natures stories
The Devil is grinning the most,
stealing friends, rewarding my foes.

Who am I to blame?
Who am I to see?
Who am I to judge?

As tall trees bending in the storms
wailing winds of sorrow came.
As loves eaten by doubts and envious worms
The deep pools of light fade.
Killing the very essence,
the very existence, all is the same.

Who am I to blame?
Who am I to see?
Who am I to judge?