“Moon Night”

“It was an almost fully moonlit sky, only a mouse nibble was missing from circular perfection. Phalanxes of bruised cloudlets, arrow-headed and multitudinous, sailed in silence across the soft shining disk. At times the moon would win out, as if Cosmic Intelligence or conscious clarity had prevailed in the heavens or in the soul of man, it would scatter the floating down, holding itself high, like the magic crystal atop a courtly sorcerer’s wand, lustering the world beneath it, sending out shimmers of ever-so-fine particle emanations, which refreshed the day-weary earth and the way-weary creatures who strode upon it. But then, in a moment, the chariots of the enemy re-formed, clustered, advanced, and surrounded the royal diadem, obscuring it, putting it on the defense, filtering its light, threatening to totally erase it from the firmament. At such points, the observer could sense only the backlit presence of Luna, her shaded dimness ironically lighting the very battle she appeared to be now losing.”