Light
across the night land Brightest in the midnight sky, Silvery glowing, dreamy, A
muse of beauty The Full Moon graces us.

I watch
tearful in sorrow, I know what has to come, For my Queen speaks to me, Demanding
sacrifices to her, She is not satisfied, With love alone.

She demands
a sacrifice, So I turn to my brother, Saying I know I do the right thing, I
know I do this of love, For my Silver Queen, And for you.

So I tear
out his heart, Carefully, lovingly tendered, I raise a fist to my moon, Singing
her a song, Of the gift I give, With love.

A week
pass, Maybe two, The moon turns nearly, Night sky blue, And I know, The fault
is mine.

So I turn
to my sister, Saying dear, I know you’ll agree, Our silver liege, We must
appease, And you are the gift.

So I tear
out her heart, Carefully, lovingly tendered, I raise a fist to my moon, Singing
her a song, Of the gift I give, With love!

A week
pass, Maybe two, The moon turns total, Night sky blue, And I know, The fault is
mine.

I turn to
myself, Saying an ultimate gift, The eternal sacrifice, If she demands, I will
gladly give, For I am hers.

So I sit
down first, Write her a song, For truly I know, When I tear out my heart, None
will raise a fist to my moon With love?