Blue Moon.

Beneath the moon, upon the soul, within the light we steer, upon the road to evermore our fortunes have been clear. In courtrooms of the past they’ve tried upon the form of thieves, in light upon the trek we’ve paved, our virtues and our needs. Upon the format words enlist, in verse that we’ve conceived, in net upon the great beyond in stars that we’ve believed. From slaves of thought the mind resorts to watch upon the fear, of sentence to the pale blue light the moon has engineered.