MOON MERCHANT

O' crescent Moon,...she is your child tonight.
Make haste,...come unto her.
Abandon her from the Scepter,...used to bleed her spirit.
Inform Mr. Sandman,...she desires not the discomfort of picturesque
Scenes, flaunted in the windows of her dreams.
Let her mind rejuvenate,...she summons thee!
Daylight mounts her chariot!