I am Shadow, King of the Eternal Night, Black as the void, red collar gleaming bright, Gold emblem burning like a stolen star. Beneath thy silver throne I stand, O Moon— Cold queen who dares to rule what should be mine. Thy bloated light mocks my shadowed reign, Yet I will leap this jagged stone and sky, Claws unsheathed, devour thy cratered face, And wear thy stolen glow as my dark crown. No more shall rivers weep or forests bow— Tonight the heavens crack, the stars fall still. I claim thee, Moon. I swallow every beam. The night is mine… and soon, so too thy dream.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​