The soldier shot the moon

A soldier pulled his trigger
Aiming at a platoon
His bullet missed its man
And instead, he killed the moon

The moon let out a groan
The whole sky turned red
Then it was eclipsed
And it fell to the earth quite dead

They said it was a war crime
The soldier said – how come
I shot the moon
But I didn’t shoot anyone

Romantic lovers cried
All tough the month of June
In daytime, they had the summer
But at night, they missed the moon

Wizards went out collecting
The moon blood in a jar
It healed many a sick child
It empowered many a star

Crowds of many people
Found nuggets of moonlight
It was especially good for madness
And an erring wife

But the moon of Jupiter
Came looking for her son
The astronaut said, sorry girl
The moon is dead and gone

The locals took the soldiers
And lynched him from a tree
But this could not bring the moon back
To shine on you and me

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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