Moon, Night, God


A/N: I like this one as well :)


Light was a boy full of power and pride

His star shone as bright as the moon on the tide

Clever and cunning and charming and bold

His story is indeed a fun one to be told.

I watched from afar as his dark boredom grew

A genius, a prodigy he had nothing to do.

A still silent reaper in human disguise

Sitting there coldly, plotting demise.

Out of pity I tossed out a way to escape

But the things that he did astounded even the fates

He grew more and more silent, more and more still

As he learnt to deceive, learnt to kill.

A God to his people, a prophet foretold

My little Light became daring and bold,

Powers of kin, a gift from the stars

But eventually they uncovered his farce.

In death, finally, he realised his dream

For Gods cannot be while they still can be seen

And in the end we stood to applaud

As I traced out - Moon Night God.