La Lune

La Lune

She rises up to her nightly throne
Above. O lord! O Woebegone!
The stars welcome her. O, she is here
To shine and shake me with sanguine fear
And crimson pain. I fall to tears
That cannot end till dreamland nears.

O my familiar of misery and sorrow,
Make me not lycanthrope! Do it tomorrow!
Or never at all and let me smile
Till death comes visiting, to make me a vile
Corpse. Then in limbo state, I'll rest a while
Before the lord up there checks my file.

Then down in hell, I'll suffer soon.
So, don't torture me now, O Great La Lune.