on a moonlit night
when La Luna reigns
she sprinkles the Earth with silver gleams,
tethers it with shimmering, silken threads
seducing, enthralling, enticing.
"I am which you seek," she croons
in captivating aria tone
as humbled, weakened, need to please
draw near in palpitating awe.
the ebony chamber soon is filled
with visitors from near and far
celestial bodies star as hosts
amidst a fulgent sky.
in cloak of night she liberates
those tethered to her silken threads,
inebriated they depart
imbibed,
seduction now complete
the glimpse
the touch
the kiss released...
farewell, farewell
my dear alluring Queen.
