The Moon’s Eclipse

Oh it may pale beside

the Technicolor fantasies

that dance upon our walls,

but this is real.  The moon grows dark–

our shadow cast across

Mare Imbrium and down

Tranquillitatis until it seems

the dark will win, but then…

an orange hue reveals earth’s shine

(not red like blood, but like

a dimming coal or smog-choked sun).

The dark yet seems to win

yet light shall shine most glorious,

like truth, against the night.

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