Title: Dirge of the Moon
Character(s): Mentions of the Black Monster and Moon Child
Summary: A lament for those slaughtered on the night that the Moon That Never Sets glares red.
A/N: I felt like rhyming and (terrible at this-) singing. I also felt like doing a Halloween Special, so what better than the Black Monster? Nothing. Seriously, try singing this with that creepy super-high soprano voice in the church music tone. I had a lot of fun.
All ye lend an ear if you live,
for the dead have none to give.
All ye look to the Moon,
and pray for those who left too soon.
Oh see how the dead sleep,
oh see how the living weep,
Oh hear the silence of the end,
oh where is the Child the Moon was meant to send?
Angel of Heaven who promised to heal
our struggles and hardships—are you real?
Where have you been all these ominous years
when we have lived gravely, abiding by fear?
A Monster descended, black as the night.
He wreathed all our houses in a fiery light.
He took all our loved ones, our hopes, and our dreams.
He stole them away in a bloody regime.
Oh Moonlit Angel… come to us please.
Oh Heavenly Child… cure our disease.
Count all the years—one hundred and eight—
and the last marks the night of a terrible fate.
On the last eve the Moon glares red
as fervid as the blood of the dead.