Tears Of The Moon

The orb hung, pale and murky, on the dark blue canvas. Surrounded by a thousand twinkling stars, guardians of the tainted beauty. Its reign of luminosity scared away the demons of darkness. It’s pallor, icy yet warm, lulled many an insomniacs to sleep. As dawn approached, the earth got moist with dew. Tears shed by the moon as the sun stole its limelight.