To what my eye, renders me insane
An obscure vision, the Lunar Plane
If not held by force, but lock and key
Would it not proclaim thy misery
Nature's bulb, of murky stare
Address thine sin with silent air
To make one tremble- Luna's sight
Wish I may, condemn her might
On occasion shrouds, mission abstract
As if to catch me- in violent act
I keep thy ground, when forms reaper's scythe
Bury thine wish, I wish till night
For when she is full- time is near
When tears descend, on troubles dear
Heed thine warning, oath serpents slain
Do not turn thine back, on Lunar Plane
-The Admin, The Poet Code