Lunar Lady

Lunar Lady

Paper fairies dance around dandelions poking through sidewalk cracks
To sad power chords swirling from muses chained inside the jukebox
Of the bar where steelworkers sip beer from aluminum cans.
Sirens in lipstick lean against lamp poles and sing to passing cars,
Luring drivers into the jagged rocks of their embrace.
And the lady walking in moonlight whispers
"Things are not as they seem."

Gnome princes ride war galleys of plastic spoons and cardboard
Down sacred rivers of holy water flowing along concrete gutters
To battle the vermin warlord's hordes of rats and spiders
Lurking in the trash heaps and dark alleys
Twisting through the crumbling iron towers of ancient industrial wastelands.
And the lady walking in moonlight whispers
"Things are not as they seem."

A knight in leather and sunglasses, his pistols kissed by angels,
Quests through districts of neon and sin to rescue
The Princess in gray held in the boardroom of an office tower
By the ancient wizard skilled in dark arts and economics
And his dragon sleeping in storm sewers among his treasury-bond hoard.
And the lady walking in moonlight whispers
"Things are not as they seem."

Noisy silence gradually blankets the streets like fog.
Subtle light slurs the city skyline as the sun nudges against the dark.
The lady's eyes flash in the fingers of red and orange light
As a sunbeam briefly glows with her smile
And she dissolves with her moonlight into dawn.
And the breeze walking through the morning cool whispers
"Things are not as they seem."