Kami

 The moon is rising on the hill

A bit less full today,

The light is showing us its will,

It hides, but shines the way.

Seems humble, the ball in the sky,

But holds the force on night,

I wonder if it wonders why

For space won't need to fight.

The human, craving for the stand

Of omnipotent goals

Would rule the sky and reign the land

And conquer all the poles.

But Absolute... We cannot be.

Not even as the moon.

For power is a dose of "me", 

At most... The sun at noon.

What God one would prefer to play

When dressed with blood and lust?

To power cannot even pray

And infinite can't trust. 

They'd crush us, to remind the fool

That power holds the world!

Shadows and moons they get to rule, 

And frequencies of gold.