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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