I burned my fingers on the moon
when I plucked it from the sky
not because I love you
it’s only what I do
and you could mistake
the blacksmith for the devil
for the blackened hand
and some nights to wrestle demons
for matters of the heart
and others to make the mischief
is the greatest one can do
and I am absent from your courtiers
away and playing fool
the devil or the forger
who danced away the moon
a little to amuse you
a little for the light