Master moon

lord of skies

embraced a holy realm

in grey woods of star buds

where mystic tribes reposed.

His regal gaze salved a copse

entoning tearful verse

for the wingèd, silver cats

shorn of tender meows

when a razor queen foiled death

to gift her devil curse.

As the golden orb danced wild

heinous hollows quaked

joyous kitten notes rang pure

and wondrous paws charmed air.