It fits the form. it is rather enigmatic. What are the souls mourning? It is almost a morbid poem to me. Like the sky has died, devoured by night. Does that mean it could be devoured by day as well? The sky is a character in this poem as well as the moon. The light bright enough to wake implies the moon is full. perhaps it devoured the sky if it is so full. Blue moons are supposed to be rare and special. But they are just the name for a regular full moon that has arrived with specific timing. This poem sent my thoughts in some odd directions.

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