“Rhyming tales of the moon is what I do” Gun Roswell
Tales of the moon 1
Long ago, the ancestors glared at the moon, worshiping it, during its full bloom. The object in the night skies, could never tell them lies, and so, it became their god. This went on, until several eons were gone, before the dawn, of the modern times were swiftly applied. And technology tried to explain away, the mystery and fame, after that, the moon simply became, easy prey.
Now, the mighty nightly deity, is a mere object planetary, as the humankind, it did conquer in a time, where the space races of these lowly earthlings, were just beginning. Soon enough learning the mysterious ball of light, was a simple rock up in the skies. Nothing to be worshipped or even desired, just a dusty ole’ place, none too fine. But something important was left behind, those venturing out there in the high skies.
As the theories started, that this object of a moon, was really a vessel for the sky people. Those who might have visited, this planet so blue, to the moon adjacent. And that maybe the inside of it was hollow and something great was about to follow. That’s when the following once again started, as eyes and even telescopes up towards it darted. Giving this piece of a rock, once again a place in the cultural pop.