Behold, the Carnival Moon,
Huge in the sky,
Full, of course;
Werewolf dreams happen here.
Behold, the Carnival Moon,
Reflected light, we’re told.
But it reflects like the kind of magic mirror
For which any faerietale would give its eyeteeth
(you know faerie tales have teeth, right?)
Behold, the Carnival Moon,
Surely inhabited,
Surely alive itself,
Surely winking at you.
Behold, the Carnival Moon,
Beloved companion of eventide,
Smiling down on us with love and approval
At our merry gambols and feisty frolics.
Behold, behold, BEHOLD the Carnival Moon;
Why don’t we worship Luna anymore;
What is possibly more ravishing?
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