I am pale, glistening through the darkness.

I orbit around the earth through a dark empty space.

I look to the east and see my friend–Hailey’s Comet.

I watch over the fools and young children.

On a good night, I glow, glisten–like molten lava.

I feel the rays of darkness–and lose hope.

I fill the earth with gleaming, glowing light.

I am the bright-red moon.