Moon's Day

Huginn: This day the moon is not what she was; she is an it, it a pitted husk of a world.

Muninn: Mnemosyne I was, who knew Selene, and knows she is gone.

H: We mourn, we see the shattered orb turn its phases over the world of men, and men not know the light has gone out.

M: There might have been beauty in a shadow of the sun, but what is there is horror.

H: And dust, much dust. The moon is a barrier to human dreams and aspirations, forever.

M: And ever, and ever.