The Moon and The Loon
With pockets filled with golden stones, broken, cold and dry,
I feel empowered by the plot – now, should I beg or die?
I care not that all are doomed;
I care not that all are doomed.
I only care for one,
I keep him safely in the pocket of the moon.
“The moon” – is far enough.
“The loon” – is close enough.
And I am – (in between).