Luna
Erupting into faint but otherworldy colors,
I take flight in the night as black as Boötes Void
in search of sweet pale Selene, Chandra, Tsukuyomi
Dearest Luna, who takes up residence
in the firmament above. I make a plea to thee
Deliver me from this I see, a labyrinth of treachery
I follow thy luminance, a beacon to yonder holy land