Night's Eye - Photostory

The Moon lingers above the earth, the watchful eye of the celestial sky. It lords over the darkness of the night like the sun rules over day. It’s small glimmer of light pierces the shadows to make way for life. It watches over all that lies beneath it as the Sun moves onto to other parts. In the encompassing dark it hangs, one tiny white light in an ocean of black, a beacon of safety in the

ominous night. It is the dark guardian of the evening, gazing down to fend off the lurking shadows, the light’s enemy. But yet the moon is still a friend of the darkness. It walks with the shadows and only stays to keep them in check. It is as much a friend to them as it is to the people it watches over and sheds it’s light on. It shepherds its flock of rampant shadows so that they leave unscathed the innocent life below.

However the Moon has a dark side. Its cold glare is one formed from ages of anger. It watches over a people that fear its arrival. Night; the pitch-black darkness that ravages the minds of millions, the Moon’s associate, its partner in crime only arrives when the Moon is lingering above. It feels the scorn that is cast upon it and echoes the icy attitudes, a fair trade; a bitter chill for the ignorance of its beauty. The chill of the night flows from it down to the Earth, the only bit of revenge it is allowed to have against the people it is sworn to watch over; a people it is made to care for who curse its shinning moments with light of their own. They ignore its elegance and grace as it reflects the Sun’s golden beams back like a silvery mirror. Yet, even with its anger, through the shadows and through the clouds that blanket the planet, it watches, gazing down, giving light to the dark planet.