The Coronach of the Moon (Wandering Moon's Threnody)
The Moon is wherever there’s souls to behold her
She’s looking below every day you’re alive
She’s shining the same on the young as the older
She’s wandering slow but She Always Arrives. A life may be long but she doesn’t mind waiting
A life may be short but she’s there nonetheless
We’re singing her song while she’s figure-of-eighting
No favours to court and no favoured to bless. The Moon is wherever there’s folk that have seen her
She puts no divide twixt who gifts or deprives
She’s shining the same on the kind as the meaner
She’s taking no side but She Always Arrives. No pallflower unendingly stays once she passes
No unending grudge and no unending vow
Since all our attendings decay with our ashes
There’s naught we can judge save what we’ll attend now. The Moon is uncaring to those who’d bewitch her
She does not approve of how hard you may strive
She’s shining the same on the poor as the richer
She cannot be moved yet She Always Arrives. Don’t bet and don’t bargain, she’s not sly or fickle
Don’t think you can hide from the shadow she’s cast
To get to the Garden, we’re caught by her sickle
You cannot decide if you’re first or you're last. The Moon is a radiant goddess of nature
She doesn’t much care if you stumble or thrive
She’s shining the same we’er you fear or await her
She’s never not there for She Always Arrives. The angel of death knows no suffering nor order
The struggles of life are eclipsed by her wings
Each changeable breath goes as nothing before her
Surrender your strife to the end that she brings. The Moon goes to all through all planes, through all portals
To yearspans in thousands as yearspans in fives
She’s shining the same on the gods as the mortals
She’s not with them now, but She Always Arrives. She’s drawn and attunes lines for each constellation
She’s drawn to your soul gleam; a moth to the flames
The strongest of moonshines for intoxication
A quaff to console, seeing off who she claims. The Moon is wherever there’s souls to behold her
She’s looking below every day you’re alive
She’s shining the same on the young as the older
She’s wandering slow but She Always Arrives.
She’s looking below every day you’re alive
She’s shining the same on the young as the older
She’s wandering slow but She Always Arrives. A life may be long but she doesn’t mind waiting
A life may be short but she’s there nonetheless
We’re singing her song while she’s figure-of-eighting
No favours to court and no favoured to bless. The Moon is wherever there’s folk that have seen her
She puts no divide twixt who gifts or deprives
She’s shining the same on the kind as the meaner
She’s taking no side but She Always Arrives. No pallflower unendingly stays once she passes
No unending grudge and no unending vow
Since all our attendings decay with our ashes
There’s naught we can judge save what we’ll attend now. The Moon is uncaring to those who’d bewitch her
She does not approve of how hard you may strive
She’s shining the same on the poor as the richer
She cannot be moved yet She Always Arrives. Don’t bet and don’t bargain, she’s not sly or fickle
Don’t think you can hide from the shadow she’s cast
To get to the Garden, we’re caught by her sickle
You cannot decide if you’re first or you're last. The Moon is a radiant goddess of nature
She doesn’t much care if you stumble or thrive
She’s shining the same we’er you fear or await her
She’s never not there for She Always Arrives. The angel of death knows no suffering nor order
The struggles of life are eclipsed by her wings
Each changeable breath goes as nothing before her
Surrender your strife to the end that she brings. The Moon goes to all through all planes, through all portals
To yearspans in thousands as yearspans in fives
She’s shining the same on the gods as the mortals
She’s not with them now, but She Always Arrives. She’s drawn and attunes lines for each constellation
She’s drawn to your soul gleam; a moth to the flames
The strongest of moonshines for intoxication
A quaff to console, seeing off who she claims. The Moon is wherever there’s souls to behold her
She’s looking below every day you’re alive
She’s shining the same on the young as the older
She’s wandering slow but She Always Arrives.
