The rise of the moon brings moans of pain and fears of death each night. Once a fantasy of green cheese and wonderment of how the moon always followed a small child home on rides in the dark of night. In passing years the moon became a bright romatic light; To cuddle in her lover's arms for stolen kisses and walks upon the beach. A huge bright ball of wonderment and amazing stories rendered; as she lie in the tall, cool grass at night hugging her children. But now with children gone and her... Sign in to see full entry.