Hole in the Moon

Every night
We can hear people

Some singing
Others laughing
Sometimes crying
Most of them talking

Words with little meaning
Trying to fill their empty souls
Of sentient puppets they are

Many fight
Others prey
Some defend
Most are sinners

One made the difference
Broke the rules
Changed everything on his path

Almost a God, a Second Sun,
For some the Devil itself
The man who've made
The dark hole in the pink Moon.


Little poem about the Augusta's incident. Updated in 2011. Trigun/Trigun Maximum © Yasuhiro Nightow.