If the moon doth not rise this night,
will our passion for life curl up and die?
Shall life's precious promises still unfold,
will the sea not crash upon the shore,
or shall humanity trudge on as before?
Shall we revert to stoneage ways,
or will we prevail to rise up in modern style?
Will there be no magnetic pull nor magical force,
if the moon shall not rise this night?
Shall all go on as before or shall all waste away,
without passion nor sweet desire to fuel us,
shall our destiny be changed,
bound to nothingness and shame,
if the moon doth not shine.
Donavon Scott Vinson