Too Late the Moon

Too late the moon exposed herself emerging naked from chiffon clouds. The Moon; she the mistress of insanity and love had arrived yet her curtain call came too late. There were bodies to count, some still twitched their pale limbs. Lovers ran blindly through empty streets, the loved and the lonely rolled in their beds in a fever of want. Juliet searched the night sky for him alas a wane moonlight caught her eyes, had sent them spinning into webs of doubt until she felt betrayed. The mistress appeared too late; for even in her Luna absence drapes had been pulled over the victims of love and lunacy. The night had bit deep, both lovers and all other trusting souls were left deserted, hungering and lightless.