as a part of her royal suffering

held fast to moon beams

as her late night refuge

and they soon became

her only link

with a soft caress

of a wind whisper kiss.

In a moment

of sheer sensation,

she summoned

the sorcerer

and sternly commanded him

to give the moon

an eternal power

to change the ebb and flow

over all lonely subjects

and as the full moon

had been her only lover,

she ordered that

it should have 

absolute control.

He cautioned her

against giving 

so much power

to a night orb.

To this day,

the full moon

tugs gently.