Lunar Fray

 

The full moon is rising,
And she is sizing,
Me up.

The moon wants a fight,
As she takes on the night.
I must be a loon,
If I want to fight the moon.
If I want to pull her from her pull,
But not pull these punches.
As she rises full.

 

I’ve been training for this day,
Much to the moon’s dismay,
To put on this ludicrous display,
Welcome to this lunar fray.