Oh Baneful Yellow Moon

Oh baneful yellow Moon in fullest rounded sphere, Bright as Summers Buttercups in abundant yield, Coldly riveted upon Winters beaten, thin silvered panels; Thereof: By ye mighty hammer doth great thoth wield! For what fearful trowel gouged out thine far flung valleys Whilst piling high upon yon monstrous heights? Wherest, scattering the bare pebbles, a ghostly sower Coursing across vast cratered plains under Selenian moonlights. Here once didst thou swelling tides ever invade long vanished shores Dragged upon by some dwindling, exploded, far distant star; An atmosphere girdling, warming and nurturing - Torn from this barren rock and cast way out afar! Eternally ostracized and deviled, adorned in black swirling robes; Drifting angular grains heaped - raked by hot solar winds; Your desolate kingdoms lit in all seasons under heavenly lanterns; Worshiped and foully cursed upon: for any amount - and all manner of sins. And ere did erstwhile lovers that ever come forth on bended knee, To traverse the pale beams that twist about the crooked stiles, Pledge well intended oaths beneath high, impossible windows: Their grandly draped balconies and balustrades bathed in luminosities wiles. When across the recorded centuries of histories misted-veiled years, from the quill of the old sage, from the high lilt of the bard, Your pensive countenance disaffected and of a cheerless tilt - Hanging upon sharply crested vestiges of reckless disregard!