Sacrifice

Some amongst my people said it was sinful to walk upon the face of the moon, of the Goddess. I did not; is not Mother Earth a goddess?
That made it easier, when the stain spread and She hung there dim and green, when they celebrated their sacrilege and I saw what must be done, to take this job.
She is green, still, but soon She will be brown, and they will know what has been done. They will seek me, doubtless find me, perhaps kill me, but do not grieve.
For She will shine, bone white, above my grave.