Howl your sorrows
Moon monster
Slurp in pale, moon-chilled rays
Sprinkled with shattered stars
Your echo will answer you
Though the moon does not

Do we not all cry
When loneliness cuts deep?
Sing of your yearning
Of a heart fit to burst
The echo weeps with you
Though the cold moon is silent

Earth still turns beneath your paws
Prey still slumbers unawares
You have little to fear, O noble beast
Men abide far away
The echo is your friend, your friend . . .
Though the moon does not wish to answer