The Moon's Marid

[the Draç]

Bathed in the Moonlight, we continue to dance.

As a snake that bites its tail, the goal is to advance.

Forever we illuminate, as the Moon reflects the Sun.

Always getting caught with the one and only smoking gun.

Rise to the occasion, we fell from the tree.

As sweet as nectar, from a Queen Bumblebee.

Knowing not to kneel, Iblis had been forsaken.

Putting his life on the line, up underneath Heaven.

For the love of God, it was known to be important.

Following the law of the land, only to take portions.