9/20/2016
Howling, restless, through the night
As Luna descends—her sister takes flight.
Overhead in a blaze, she lights the way:
Enriching this magical plight.
On this journey, we shall traverse.
While our pathway be quite terse,
Blanketed by gray skies,
Shall we not be cursed.
Retreat, a notion, unfathomably perverse.