Within one day's time,
The moon descends and climbs.

At dusk it towers,
The shoreline it devours.
At dawn it lowers,
As the callousness slowers.

In those long dark nights,
Will the wrong doings be slight?
Does the dark side actually seem,
As guiltless as its mask tries to deem?

No, not after the sunset eve,
As everyone near, has taken their leave.

Waves' natural murky roar,
Sends numerous starfishes up ashore.
One sweep of its aqua sleeve,
Starfishes depart from their homes which have deceived.



Now up along the sandy shore,
As sunlight starts to pour.
When the new day begins,
Light of just will shine on its sins,
What has the short era done,
Now that the beach has starfishes of tons?

Yes, a deathly sin it is,
All the lives that are dismissed.
It was precisely in the afternoon,
Shown, the effects of the long forbidden moon





All this doing, all from greed,
A touch of nature's mislead.

Her power attempts to attain a grasp,
Only to receive a strangled gasp.
All those corpses that line the sand,
How would one's eyes not expand?