Moons would walk through shadowed gaze unheard,
It seemed amiss caught fire our leaves bettered grue,
With each orbit, in light's shot a sight was all but had,
When finally hills are seen; craters spell their name,
Hence each speck of flame our energy walking away,
Thus came hand-in-hand, the moons in wake, light in awe
Spread wings from halo light, of great force walked Moons,
These are the happ'nings Lendayem describes and takes:
Though it was never futile such gaze unheard be now reborn.
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