Poem The Man In The Moon Novels & Stories

I sneered, my anger only partially fake bravado, “as opposed to what? A fucking crab monster?” The man in yellow offered me an indulgent smile. “As I said, by the light o’day you’ll no different’n any other man. You’ll look just like everyone else, an feel stronger, better, whole.” I snorted. “Right, but by the light of the moon . . . ” The man in yellow nodded. “Yes. His Face will shine through all of ours, revealin His True Glory.” Despite my anger and disgust, I shivered. “Like in my nightmare.”

No, fate had to twist the knife deeper, binding me to the man I despised most in the world. The moon hung high above the dark expanse of water, its silvery light casting eerie shadows across the sand. I stayed close to the dunes, ensuring I wasn’t visible from the road. I wasn’t naïve enough to think Lucas would give up so easily; the man was nothing if not relentless.

The truth of what was coming filled every transformed cell of my being. “How long?” I managed to ask, my voice carrying new power but still shaking. The Moon Goddess's expression grew grave. “Time moves differently when ancient powers stir. But soon. Too soon. Your transformation has awakened things that have slept for millennia.” She began to fade, her form becoming translucent. “Remember your choice, child. In the darkness ahead, your humanity may be the only light left. The balance you've found today — between human and supernatural — it's more important than you know.”

Only remembered. Only loved. And in that love, I live forever. The rejected moon was never broken. It was only waiting to be seen. ---

The Moon Goddess, indifferent to my pleas, cast her cold light through the window, mocking my pain. In the depths of the pain, I found myself speaking to the moon, a desperate plea escaping my lips. "Moon Goddess, if the pain I've endured is not enough, spare me from waking when I sleep. Let the agony end with the closing of my eyes." But silence greeted my anguished words, and the room remained indifferent to my suffering. The moon, an indifferent spectator, cast shadows that danced in cruel mockery of my shattered dreams. As I lay there, drowning in my despair, the sound of movement outside reached my ears. I hesitated, wiping away the tears, and slowly opened the door to a world that seem

You are a professional. But Moon Goddess, that man was dangerous.

Not the careful, pleasing smile I wore during our marriage. But the one I had at fifteen, sitting on the swing in the Nelson family garden. Bright. Alive. And suddenly I understand. The rose he crushed till it withered finally left that barren soil. In a foreign land, through wind and rain, it bloomed again on its own. I see his fingers tremble. The cigarette he’s been holding slips from his hand and drops into a puddle, extinguished instantly. In that moment, every bit of forced composure falls away.

“I didn’t come here to argue with guardians.” My throat tightened. “Then why are you here?” The answer came simply. “For you.” Caelum stepped forward instantly. “Not happening.” The stranger ignored him. His gaze never left mine. “You broke eternity,” he repeated. “Now the moon is dying.” Cold dread spread through my chest. “That’s not possible.” “Look at the sky.” I did. The fracture across the moon had widened. Barely visible. But growing. My stomach dropped. The man’s voice softened slightly.