In the darkest of the skies at the eve
Did one yellow satellite soon deceive.
To devour the thoughts all conceive
But fulfilling nothing none perceive.
A beautiful sky image do we receive.

Our moon doth crash through skies,
To cleave the very clouds before eyes,
Each gentle white puff seeringly dies.
While the almighty sun never to rise,
Around do clouds meet slow demise.

Staring below, people torn with wonder,
One large orb plummets to soon plunder
A world so large seen as worst blunder.
Now do shards rend all Men asunder,
Fore these splintered rocks trap under.

Above seering horizons, the sun does appear.
With gazes so forlorn, his world feels so clear,
Destitute has become the blue living sphere.
Was once the world's most insane silly fear
To fall to death by silver light ever held dear.

In its tears the Sun begins its tortuous drown,
Extinguishing such a majestic, brilliant crown,
This single instant destroyed is His renown.
As now is He just as silly as the gayest clown.
Caused by swift falling of the mighty Moon down.