Moon High, Self Low

I stepped outside into the moonlight

She, full and fat with the magic so sought

By faerie kings with the power of sight

To see the moonflower bloom without thought

 

A chilled breeze rustles the leaves

Acorns are stole from the ground by rodents

Black widows come out and grieves

The loss of their mates in those moments

 

The owl crys out to the stars

The only light they adored

Walking further into woods unknown, scars

My mind with memories restored

 

Rememory of a silent rape

Giving me no escape

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