Here is a poem I wrote many moons ago. Let me know what you think (pay me out if you will, but at least back it up with COLD HARD FACTS thanks )
indigo night, as quiet as any other
in the twilight, he longed
the moon rises upward
forthcoming, he grins widely
peers down upon this fragile belief
he envies us so, simplicity
so close. one silent wish.
drifting on his arc
at apex, an oath
life sways in unison
the forest almost forgot
but the moon still knows
so he reaches out
beckons us up
the pale glow returned. a promise.
on the lip they watched. hush.
his only tear, silent
catches their smile and drifts
compelled downward. downward.
his gaze drinks its fill
eyes illuminating the clocktower
orderly rhythm. he longs.
at the stroke he moves against
rules forgotten, time was flying
into oblivions hands they came and went
all turned away, toward the silence
"i wont become a memory" he objected
and his light became great,
silvery illumination
and they all looked upwards
pulled upon them;
his downfall was known to all
the people watched
their whispers expanded
not a word. look.
he continued toward them
reality dawned. they all cried out:
"stop moon, please stop"
startled, he blinked twice and focused
he looked down: a world so soon to end
and saw his folly
the second followed the first
then he faded away
"shine moon, please shine"
but nothing was forthcoming
and fate was upon them
PS. NEVER GIVE UP ALIENS!!