Kill the Moon
Keep the lights turned on for life;
It’s your choice to wield the knife.
Let it live, you may end all
Life on earth—you make the call.
Turn your face toward the sky:
Hecate’s light glows from on high.
Everything some time must die.
Make your choice—you have no time—
Only, it may be a crime:
One you always will lament, and
Never can repent.