Twin Moons

The moon shrieks as it separates.
Can you hear it?
The sound is just like
A prelude to the end.

Oblivious of that end,
We continue dancing
In the clearing of the crooked trees
Underneath the twin moons separating.

Humans are like insects.
Fluttering their flimsy, transparent wings,
Crying at the night sky,
“I’ll definitely make it.”

We dance in the shadows
With the color of destruction,
Whirling around and around
In the middle of the fire.

Unaware of it all
We gaze at the moons.
Capturing its light
In a single, dazzling jewel.

Continuing to dance
We burn alive
Screaming and screeching in pain,
Never stopping until we fall down.

The moon stops shrieking as it’s still.
Can you hear it?
The sound is just like
A finale to the beginning.