You are the moon. You are forced to watch her be devoured. You can’t taste her like they do, can’t feel and smell her like they do, can’t protect her. You are bound to the sky, witness them taking their turns. She is unreachable.

While your tears starting flowing you realise: they are just her little playthings, good dogs playing one of her wicked games. She is sleeping peacefully among them, taking your light for granted. Once she seemed so helpless but now you see.. she is the leader of the pack.

You thought you were her guiding light, irreplaceable, bright, keeping her safe at night. The tides have turned. Now you are the one that is slowly fading, devoured by darkness, all the stars shining much brighter than you. As your tears become rain from far away, you have become a distant memory, lost, somewhere in the stars, covered by heavy clouds.