EphemeralMemory

When I look up upon the moon, There lies the face of nights gone by That peers below but leaves too soon, "Oh, what see you?" asked I. When I look up at midnight's sun, I see its vassals dancing 'round, No mind, no heart, no soul that won, The frozen flames forever bound. To me, you are the fickle moon To me, you are the loyal knight To me, you are the gleaming sun That shines oh all too bright.