The Luna(R) Tic (Top Hill 2)

When the night for the passing fairies stood breathless still The full moon in molten sorrow broke down the hill His eyes would fill with tears, his lips in anguish twitched In drunken murmurs of a lost soul in moon’s spell bewitched. He would be up there on Top Hill silhouetted in moonlight Sinking in her spilling milk in ecstatic delight Watching the moon scale upon the meridian’s peak In the inexplicable awe of a frenzied lunatic. There wasn’t no full moon without him on Top Hill Perched on its crest dreaming to have his fill Sailing in the silvery waves not knowing to anchor Pledging his eyes to the moon till they couldn’t take anymore. One night as he climbed up to bathe in the blinding white The glowing disc was too much to behold, his heart stopped in fright They found him atop Top Hill, his eyes in wide gaze In them lay captured, his last moon’s passage. The coroner opined that his heart failed him To the taxing trek uphill he fell a victim But the real cause, they would never get it right That night having his fill, he died of moonlight.