The Fallen Moon

I talk of a man who lived on a street, numbered sixty-nine
His life unlaced here in verse, a deed through every line...

In the shadows lingered this man, a stranger to sense and time
Forlorn, forsaken, blessed, but just with a bleeding rhyme...

The darkness was his angel of strength, his guide through every alley
And his friend alone his song, that terrible and tuneless melody...

His early days were lost in thoughts, all filled with death and strife
Walking soon was all he liked, and the night became his bread and life...

And so one night as deathly black as new, as he walked no course he cared
He struck a corner, swung to his right, and lo! the moon was bared!

To a man born on New Moon's Day, accustomed only to night
This was a shock, a haunting tragedy, an unbearably twisted sight...

Till when he opened his blinded eyes, and saw the girl in red
Standing still straddling the street, cradled in the Full moonshed...

Still dazed a little the man proceeded, humming on his only song
But the woman was singing too, and he knew his notes felt wrong...

He stopped, silenced, staring unbroken at the lovely singing specter
Blinded went bedazzled soon, and he fell enslaved, in love with her...

A few more steps and he held her, she sang and let him be
He framed her face and kissed her, she smiled and he could see...

A dream was duly born, his life turned over from night to day
And soon his wish was singly termed, that his crooning lady stay...

Haloed by the moon, the black man held his girl in red
Standing still no more, waltzing to her song instead...

A wave to the right, a twirl and a twist, fingers laced throughout
Eye to eye, dreamspun both, they whisked their way about...

Each step brought them closer by, till at last he breathed her breath
When damaged fate met fated life, and the scent at once turned death...

He held her closer, tried not to breathe, and waited for verve again
His dream was dying, too soon and fast, as if it was ever in vain...

He wished his love would see this too, and sigh them a saving whisper
And so he stayed, in love in her arms, a slave to his singing specter...

But the night proposed no novel fact, no grace to rescue love and lives
The woman closed her eyes and crooned, the man kept dancing her in strives...

And then a moment passed and two, and suddenly the mad moon exploded
Fragments showered the man in black, and touched the lady robe in red...

The fallen moon was theirs to keep, but wisdom came a shade too late
For no life yet had the lady breathed, and the man couldn't mend her broken fate...

And when the darkness returned, the black had bled to shining red
The red had rusted to scalded black, and the couple in arms was newly dead...