Wish Burning

The world grows dark in light of moon which really isn’t light at all that causes mortal men to swoon and ladies, finely garbed, to fall. Into dark, unfettered doom fall those whose glances stray too far from the false-light-giving moon to distant, lonely wishing stars That, when wished upon, or so they say, Give the dreamer not his desire But bring about a dreadful day Filled with spite and ringed with fire.