Illuminati Heights

The moonlit nights are best of all
Because of all that she emits
Like an actinic waterfall
Or the throne where a goddess sits
Emitting aether strange and rare
Inveigling the mortal mind
With a splendid immortal air
Which some folk seek and never find
Because it's always overhead
Way up in the nocturnal sky
Where the classical gods are dead
And modern folk just don't know why
Since they never read the diverse books
Outside the clergy's dirty nooks.