False Moon

I was inspired to write this a while back during a very large, full moon. I think I should add more to this. Maybe turn into a poem.....don't know

False moon
The moon is hanging low, fat & full of itself in the sky with autumn hues before their proper time. It's so bright as if trying to mimic its brother, the sun. This attempt at the slightest of disguises is not met with disdain or anger, just unease. And why not? Surely this is to be expected, after all it waxes and wanes continually with clockwork precision. Yet, there's the smallest twinge deep within warning of something being out of place, being off. Perhaps this moon's light is not enough for us, not chasing away for too little of the darkness, providing no warmth and safety like its Janus sibling. This ruse will not be unnoticed by most and certainly not abided by those already upon an edge. Those razor walkers act out in rituals they may not even understand as a means to defend against such trickery, to banish this false moon.