by silver dyed...by Selene died...

'O this moon...'
he gasped
at her...
the moon
like a dreamy boat...
afloat...
over ocean of candy floss white...

'why can't she come down
at least for once?
with her unparallel glory...
as lent on Her
by Jupiter?
now that i am by the window
opened wide...
thinking and thinking her deep...
why does she just peep
towards me
riding side saddle such?
Selene like...
a goddess on ride...
a Titan kind...
why does she just peep
and take away more of my sleep?'

now that the day has come to an end...
now that the time has come-
knocking me off to death...
why does she keep me so awake?'

he asked...
and through the dense moist wet misty ether
sent his query...
(he was in a bit hurry...
was he not?
afterall another day was slipping by...
another time will him keep caught...)

the moon said nothing...
she was unassailable...
a rare variety...

'but is she not full of piety?
is she not wise?
has she not the knowledge
of how day evolves into a night?'

his mind was relentless...
his soul was silvery...
his ears were by tiredness led...

so he slept...
so he died...
fully dyed
silvery!

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