Moon

You’re the shyest guest at the party

Your changing face has many moods 
You charmed the guests on the balcony
You lit up the old house in the woods
You whipped the sea into a frenzy
You taught Orpheus to play the lyre
Without you there would no poetry
I bathed my face in your cold fire
You’re the witch doctor at the carnival
You gave us fever, you gave us rhyme
You linger around the hospital
Without you, there would be no time
Always invited you don’t always come
You’re mysterious, the zero in the sum

Oh you think you are so good 
No-one asked you to pass by
With your vampires and fake blood
You make wolves howl and babies cry
Like some moth-eaten Svengali
Carefully, you coached each Muse
You’re an embarrassment, a cliché 
At Knossus, you ran the sacred bulls
You float, like an anaemic flower
In your fortress of selenium
You are passive, you have no real power
Your religion is delirium
Though you merely reflect the sun’s light
Some are led by you to dream or fight

You are known in the local nick
And every other police station
For inspiring each lunatic
In this inebriated nation.
Look what you did to poor Odysseus –
You gave Circe the potion for his wine.
In order to make a fool of us
You turned all of his men into swine.
As you creep around the sky at night
Staring down with your owl's eye
You like to make us argue alright
But, if I were to use as an alibi
The fact that you toy with us for sport
My words would simply be laughed out of court.