Moonlight shining bright tonight, beacon of
silver, cloak of mercury to cover
all beneath her massive sphere. Goddess, her
who hangs pendant when darkness awakes, love
of the mortals below her alarm (of
rare occasion does she observe not, err
to a blackness unbecoming). Never
does she mark not the passage of the stars –
her children, family; offspring of light.
Tonight they gather, watch from afar, are
the ancient guards of Man (soldiers’ armour
illumination’s self, white-silver cloak so bright).
Sister knights, bairn of Diana. Daughters
vigilant with mother. All bless the Moon.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]