and so it begins
the night is dark like inkpots
the moon must return
commence the cycle
a waxing luna appears
a move towards brightness
first quarter arrives
a beacon to light the way
zenith approached
hang above treetops
light bears the wolf to howl
full light in the night
moon begins to fade
onward completing cycle
soon it will be gone
classic lunar shape
waning away to nothing
while floating above
and so it completes
the night is dark like inkpots
the cycle restarts
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