T-Minus One

Blasting up through horizon clouds
was a rocketing supermoon
soaring fast from the nimbus shrouds
and nary a moment too soon
to be free and clear in the blue

in glorious trajectory...

as golden as October brew
in heaven's own refectory...

or Valhalla's coldest saloon
where fair Valkyries attend the dead
by bearded axe and magic rune
and Viking sex in an ornate bed...
in the hunt for welkin stories
concordant with bright moonrise glories!