Anonymous:
And she never will leave your side, lost lamb. She's vowed to watch over you; silently been fighting for you in hopes that her pale light will always be there to guide your path. But she belongs to them, those that have forsaken you and they will not release her from their clutches, even for a few hours, at least not without a fight. But she's a clever one, your precious moon. Perhaps you'll be receiving a anticipated visitor in the near future.
☥ His eyes never left the sky as he listened to the words, fingertips tracing absentmindedly over the wooden rosary beads so ironically gracing his wrist. In the clutches of his less than lucid moment, he thought God cruel to keep the moon captive, and from the back of his throat came a low, snarled growl. “He has no right”, he hissed out. “No right.” Closing his eyes, he let out a breath, lowering his head as nails dug crescent moons into the palms of his hands.