It is a year of war, I tell,
Between the shadows and forces of Men,
I tell you, too, that men do need
A friendly help to sharp their spears.

They do die fast, also out-numbered;
A soldier, to find help they send him after.
He goes to The Moon, asking for help,
Not to let The Age Of Men fade;
They talk like this, in their own way:

Mortal: “My dear Moon of these two worlds,
Come teach me what I have to learn,
Show me the way which I must take
To save this world from its cruel fate.”

Moon: “You daring mortal, do not expect from me
Advice for your Humanity,
As I must say, I do not want
To save your long-envenomed heart!”

Mortal: “You speak like enemies we are,
I don’t recall with you a war,
We do are lost, we do are mean,
But help and mercy’s all we need!”

Moon: “You do not know what now you say,
You speak in your own mortal way,
But facts are there, cannot be changed,
So do not use your prays in vain!”

Mortal: “My Empress Moon, what do you mean?
I do not know the words you speak
Tell me why, Goddess of Night
You do not want to help us fight.”

Moon: “I shall tell you a story which,
It was my own, but many thousand years
Have pasted since then, but I still hold strong
What humans did me long ago.”

Mortal: “Oh, silver moon, it is not true!
How could we’ve hurt our dear moon?
You are our light, our hope through night!
We’ll love you till the day we’ll die!”

Moon: “It all began when nothing was under the Sun
The same, as you all know it now.
It was one Earth, Ocean and Sky,
All ruled by your ancestors’ knife.

But even then, witches existed,
And by one of them I was created.
Blessed with never ending days,
Among people I started my way.

I do must say that I was happy,
Until age 20, when my curse found me.
Humans envied me when they heard
That I will never leave this world.

They cursed me forever cold to be,
With no one to share my immortality,
Hated to be by all, always on my own,
In the woods forever to be gone.

Never have I felt such a striking pain,
To be sent away by my human friends,
Bearing a guilt that I did not want,
Being the first immortal heart.

Long have I cried, till my dear witch
A solution found to drain my tears:
“They cursed you alone to be and cold
Seldom to be seen, never in love
Then I tell you, daughter, you will be,
The Light of The Night, never to be touched, rarely to be seen
Cold, you will guide with your light
Whoever will look at you in the night.
You will be able from the sky
Forever to see your Humans’ life,
But never help them if they’d cry.”

Therefore, my heart she took and melt,
Stealing a star, she made a spell,
Making me the biggest light
On Midnight’s cold and lonely sky.

Thousands of years have now passed
Since your mortal land I left
But when the light comes from the east,
My face I hide from Humans’ envy.
But I am there and there I’ll stay,
Whoever wants can see my face,
The night I rule, but I see too,
Your fading lives, forthcoming doom,
And I shall not move a single ray
To help you win, until the day
That Man will see that despite their want,
They can neither kill, nor judge a heart.”
And the moon hid her face,
The soldier left to meet his death,
And till this day, my dear friends,
The Man has avoided his end,
Has fought with his enemies
But with his strength, alone, cause he
Hasn’t learnt his lesson, still…