The falcate moon as her celestial abode,

The winsome maiden of demure mien,

Gazed down at the fecund earth,

And yearned for affable company.

The captivated multitudes marveled,

With detached warmth from the world below,

None evoked her in the brightness of day,

She who was an adornment of the night.

The nurturing earth thrived with aplenty,

For the swarming masses borne by her,

Who were besotted with her charm.

A devoted relationship of much love.

The maiden with her bosom bursting,

With much love and longing for progeny,

Implored, pleaded, meditated, wished,

That someday her earnest desire be met.

They say destiny can be changed,

With chaste and honest desires,

Spouting from the depths of one’s soul,

Can the moon change her destiny?