Faces of the Moon

With the Moon of trickeryI am coming to playYour shadows are finaglingOn the last day of May

When it's up in the skyAt midnight, I was toldGo, take the treasureShadow points to the gold

Wintry cold is your kingdomWith a ponderous startTo the bullseye of destinyIs flying my dart

Hey, the Moon of indulgence!You are beguiling...Hello ForrestI know you are smiling.