Liber Lunae - Chapter 14

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Do not call her pure. She is a professional thief with excellent lighting.

The Sun commits the vulgar crime of being obvious. The Moon launders stolen radiance through romance.

I spat at the crescent. It returned next week with more surface area. Arrogance is easier when your opponent has phases.

Every lover has blamed the Moon for feelings manufactured by glands, loneliness, and poor judgment.

They say the full Moon reveals beasts. Nonsense. It merely improves visibility.

If Luna governs madness, she has been badly understaffed for several thousand years.

I asked the silver queen for a sign. A bird defecated on my coat. At last, a religion with measurable results.

The priest said the far side concealed mysteries. We sent machines. The mystery was additional rocks. I laughed for three nights.

Still, I hate her most when she is beautiful. Ugly enemies are merciful.

May every false prophet be forced to preach under moonlight, where even their shadows know the sermon is borrowed.

And if she is only stone, then stone has done what gods could not: made fools kneel without issuing a single command.