Song: The Wise Moon
The Wolf climbed the peak and he howled all his pains to the Moon
I’m ravaged, half-eaten, my blood drips a trail for my doom
I know now what my pack will say of my falter and keel
I’d rather see death than just lick the wounds I know won’t heal
The Moon climbed down and sat on a cloud to see
The Wolf hang low his quivering head over the peak
He said, “Wolf, don’t look at the rocks that you paint as you bleed,
Your wounds will turn to scars that inspire a will in the weak,
Wolf, don’t leave the ones you need.”
The Lighthouse looked upward and lit his bright face to the Moon
The land below fails me, the whitecaps all thirst for my doom
Now the black waters, they swirl through my spiraling stairs
I’d rather be uproot than weather the gusts in the air
The Moon climbed down and sat on a cloud to see
The Lighthouse’ stature swaying and tottering with ease
He said, “House, through the gales bend your body like reeds in the breeze,
Your lamp will guide the captains away from the jagged rocks’ reach
House, don’t crumble to the sea.”
The star twinkled dimly his wrought riddled words to the Moon
I’m flickering faintly, I fear I will burn out too soon
Now all I want is to fly through the dark chasm sky
I’d rather turn stardust than wait for my twinkling to die
The Moon climbed down and sat on a cloud to see,
The faint star pondering, buried in blackness beneath
He said, “Star, though your once brilliant gleam now shies in the night,
Your glow still maps the great constellations, the earth’s ancient guide
Star, don’t shoot across the sky.”
