Gensokyo Millennium ~ History of the Moon

Time heals a wound, yes, time heals a wound,
As waxing restores each piece of the moon.
Stored in a jar and poured on a spoon,
Yes, time is the drug which heals you…

“Given enough time in the equation,
a nigh impossibility becomes a certainty.
...But remember, every drug has side effects.”

Long ago… the capital suffered peace,
Caged so, with no manner of release.
At the peak, a princess uncontained by mortal age
Wished for more than life on the moon could be.

With her crime, she motioned to take a stand,
Holding time so firmly within her hand.
By a sinner’s guidance, she was torn from the stage,
Too impure to live in the purest land.

Born again, from earth to reside on earth,
Many men would stumble to grasp her worth.
From her heart, she listened to the ever-present call:
Living free, defying her own rebirth.

Beckoned back, that capital soon would rise:
An attack which called for a new disguise.
To escape from jail to jail was no escape at all,
But of course… the past never dies.

Haughty of manner, raising a banner, even when there is no war to cry:

Those who would disrupt the order simply must die.

Once and once more, you’ll see such a war, now right before your eyes:

History happens twice upon a time.

Hear the bamboo swaying,
See the rabbits playing
From their cages stray and join the bitter fraying.
Still the night is staying,
Endlessly delaying.
Longing for the day, the maidens will be praying…

Time moves swiftly as the arrow flies…

Point to point, leaving trails of stars to mark the skies.

Moving sooner than you realize to an end…

Time moves slowly through the crimson eyes…

Distant memories recede into a past of lies.

Trace back many generations now and pretend…

So this evening’s secrets leave you wide awake.

Swallow whole, for it’s such a bitter pill to take,

Never seen within a thousand years, but today…

Trusting vision is a fool’s mistake.

You who hunt for the path shall have a choice to make.

Seize some meaning in a world of fake, so the lost girl finds her way.

Impeccably between lie and truth, the image hangs,

Spurs the beast of the night to bare her wicked fangs.

Just this once, we soldiers change the plans.  As the moon shines, shall we play?