The dark side of the moon;
mysterious and dreadful!
But the new moon is cursed with no bright side!
Isn’t it much more?
Hours of arrant obscurity, hours of demon
that is chased by a beauteous full moon!
Is it not the same dark side?
The dark side, under the lamp;
spry and restless! Vehemently scuttling around,
by the frenzied winds.
Is it not the winds that twirl the flame
and decide the dark side?