Albino Moon:

On a moonlit night that wasn't so
For a heavy fog covered her glow,
That strawberry orange nightly sky
Was hardly seen by passing eyes.

A grim and very darkened moon
That didn't have its normal luster,
But still hangs high from a string
Like a awe candle with no bluster.

Her very presence is frowned upon
That faint reflection she puts off,
But even still her sweetness shines
With neon reasons to never scoff.

For comets would hide their face
And shooting stars wouldn't amaze,
If those moonlit skies was never lit
By that firy moon behind the haze.