The Goddess Of The Moon's Cry Poem by Skm Milk

Tears fall, they drop, splash.
My heart, it aches and laughs.
Pumping, and stuffing blood and pain
through my tight, cramp, tired veins
on this cold, brisk, unforgiving night
the world at war with itself as the gods
of the earth, heaven, and water domains
argue.
And I'm in the middle. Selena I am,
As I've always been.
The Guardian Angel, I'm called. Master of the Tides.
She who takes the sun's best quality
and lights the Earth at night.
Stand in my shadow, soak in my light.
Luminescent, evanescent, omniscent, omnipotent.
Behold she who intervenes when Zeus and Posideon
squabble.
But does anyone ever hear my cries?
Does anyone lend me their hand?
No. Because although I'm luminescent and all, I'm
no quitter.
I don't complain.
I take the pain.
Master of life and great typhoons,
I present my ode to the Moon....