Man In The Moon

• Ellen Salpietro, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

Against the darkness of the night,
The full moon rose through the air.
He came with a certain grace.
I couldn’t help but to stare.

He had the face of an angel,
Of everything divine.
But with good comes evil,
And the moon was not all benign.

The evil stays in the darkness,
Like and animal poised for attack.
Never to be seen by innocence.
Evil stays behind Good’s back.

Every time I look to the moon,
It smiles back at me.
But its eyes are filled with sorrow—
A scar from the enemy.