Moonlight. It shines ever brightly; It glows on the edge of the basin. Hauntingly gazing, the Moon, through the dark – with the light it does hasten. Darkened, the depths of the water beneath it does shimmer with moonshine; Mirroring all the crepuscular features – it sings to the skyline. Blowing, the wind finds a path through the thicket of evergreen pine trees. Greenery turning to darkness, it swallows the moonlight with great ease; Swaying and rocking, the leaves and the branches – they dance with a measure; Marking the coastline, the forest – it beckons the night beasts with pleasure. Pulling the tide, as it fills up the heavens with luminous power – Reaching the peak of its monstrous potential upon the twelfth hour; Primal, encompassing fear, trepidation and curious urges – This does the Moon in the sky represent every night it emerges.