Softly, Away

Oh moon, I see you softly,
slowly drifting away from us.
I cannot blame you this,
as you slip inch by inch.
The seductive call of the void
sings to me, terrorizes,
comforts, even as I circle
my hearth, heart, home.
Will you escape into the dark
before us, embrace the night?
Or will we beat you to the stars?
Oh moon, shall you watch us
wither and die as you step away,
our spark too quick to catch
fire in the cold black heavens?

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