The Moon Will Rise Again
I sit and watch the world go by from the dark side of the moon. I have sat here for a thousand years and watched the world go by as my mind begins to spin with thoughts of past deeds and old evils. Like a shooting star upon my moonlit sky, I shed a tear for all that I have lost, but I do not regret a single thing I’ve done. I only did what I thought was right. I am not the lesser light, so why should I be the one who is ignored? Why should they shun my work and wait for sister’s sunny day? Am I not her equal? Why was I left in her shadow, over looked and ignored? Did you not love me? Did you not see the pain and tears that marked my face? Were you too busy to those who bow to you? Could you not even see your own blood turn black? I did only what I had to. I was forced to live in your shadow, so was it not fair that I make you live in the darkness of my night? I thought that maybe you would see it; the beauty of my darken yuletide sky. How the stars shone like the diamonds of the night, or like all the softer shades of color now reviled by my moonlit night. How you pleaded and threatened, but I did not waver. I would not go back to the darkness of your shadow, to be shunned by you and those who sleep away my night. Still you choose to ignore what I showed you, so you left me with no choice but to make you see the beauty of my night. Was it wrong of me to want others to see me as they see you? I only wanted to be treated like your equal and loved like your sister. Was that so much to ask? I tried to show you. I really did, but my words only fell on deaf ears. This was not my plan, nor was this what I wanted. You’re my sister and I love you, but you forced my actions. Why couldn’t you see things like I did? I’m sorry for what I did, but I don’t regret a single thing. I only did what I thought was right. Now as I sit and watch the world go by from the dark side of the moon. With nothing left to love me but my starry night. So I wrap myself away in my own thoughts. I may have strayed from the path that all the righteous have tread, but the world shall see the beauty of my night, and no matter how much the sun shall plead and threaten, the moon will rise again.