La Luna Poem by John Cagaanan

In the dramatic set of day
In the rising dark of night
When stars begin to appear to play
La Luna reigns, full of light

She sits on her throne chair
A sparkle on her gleaming face
Constellations forming her silver hair
Mask treasures in their embrace

She rules the night her own way
Her wonders powered by her glow
And her bright smile that never tires away
Brightens my shadowy world below

But what tragedy does this sun create
The time draws near to cease her reign
For his majesty is never late
To boast his glory and fame

For in the dramatic rise of day
In the vanishing dark of night
When stars begin to fade away
La Luna will be no more...

But will come once again
To give us her glorious light