the waning moon maiden...

she was the moon maiden

and like her waning crescent cousin

poised in the heavens

so too was she losing a part of her self

now that she was without him

him - her star bright

in her dark dreary life illuminating enlightening inflaming 
him - never wandering weaving wavering

him - always constant changeless continual

unlike the other sky warriors 
cycling circling round and round

but there came one day the time of eclipse

when the blackest black reality

blocked her vision of the brightest of them all

and she knew in the shadow of that moment

what she must do

she had known all along but could not find the strength

to do what had to be done

the dreaded time drew nigh

time had run its course 
and so it was that the

beautiful moon maiden

followed her fate losing her shape

and disappeared into the midnight hour

not to be seen till the faint light of morn

never again to be seen by her own starlove

now only a crescent sliver of her glorious self

without him