The Long Tale No. 23 - The Watchful Moon

The moon shone like a silver coin on top a velvet cloth. Full in its brilliance, it's light enveloping the Earth in a cold embrace. The man stood facing the cold, dead flame, the light glistening in his tears. Clouds dare not touch it for fear of eradication and no bird nor other flying creature soared over its pale face. Craters had been shot into its face and great seas of deep grey poured from the wounds. The waters of the Earth felt its strong pull and moved towards it only to rush away again, waving at their distant onlooker.