Eclipse

The last time the moon was full
It showed its darker side
The mundane had the magic annulled
Making vinegar out of wine
And the peddler wheeled his boxes
A long way to the fair
To retrieve his green-eyed daughter
Knowing she had followed me there
The last time the moon was full
The sun reneged its shine
As if to prove who owns the pull
Of tide and sacrifice
But I loved his green-eyed daughter
And I brought her to that dance
What chance had I, a pauper
But that moon’s enchanted trance
The last time the moon was full
It reaped his bitter fruit
With his box of golden baubles
And pencil stubs as proof
The peddler lured the revelers
Back to their world of cares
With his calculated laughter
And his «johnny's so long at the fair»
The last time the moon was full
Blasphemed its holy three
Emasculating maypoles
With material force and thieves
And I watched his green-eyed daughter
As he placed her in his cart
Parading her as princess
To eclipse her gypsy heart