O moon, why are you vain tonight?
inflated with yourself so bright
walking the forest meadow lit
by your luminescent grin

Makes the trees to cast about
like giants stumble when they doubt
from shadowed horrors thin and stout
the fiddlers make a din

Now see a chanted castle grand
upon the misted hilltop stand
it’s stretching out the ghostly hand
that tempts me to come in

The vision dimmed, the nightshades grew
moon's swollen face turned black and blue
eclipsed the glare, so lost my view
the drawbridge sealed within

Groped along the stone-toothed road
now dark as muck, though once it glowed,
and felt like I should've slowed
to wait for it again.