Moon Profiteer,

by J. W. Cassandra

The poem "Moon Profiteer" is the fifth poem in the new cycle entitled "Mystery of the Moonbeam Path". As the title suggests, a Moon profiteer is a man who does business with the Moon in a bad way: a peddler, just as he is a peddler for light, magic, and the soul. The short poem with three stanzas reaches from profiteering and committing crime to punishment with a swift and powerful arc. The judgment of epochal sins with biblical overtones can be felt in the two closing lines:

"The brass is sounding, the toll is empty:
Lunar magic's knell is sounding."

From the construction of the poem, it is clear that the magic of the Moon here represents the ancient, retaining power, and the Moon profiteer is the perpetrator of an epochal sin.

If the moon garland glistens in the sky,
The lunar profiteer quenches its light.
He sells her sea, her peak, her arch.
He trades with the soul – for a tomb eternal!

The tomb is only his own; he does not foresee,
For whoever sees only money, does not see
The Moon-silver magic of light, the primordial light,
He quenches with souls a magical path.

Beyond the aeons, the Lunar mirror gleams:
The moon profiteer is dead if he stares at it.
The brass is sounding, the toll is empty:
Lunar magic's knell is sounding.

Written: 11 / 02. 2026, by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 14 / 02. 2026, by J. W. Cassandra

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