There would be a time in life
When I could give up hope and just
Fly into the moon
I know I'll join her soon
Your pale, sad face
Stained blue with tears
Emulates love that won't thrive here
This dark, cold prison, a husk of skin
Could not prevent what dwelled within
A star appeared fresh in the sky
And soared above the clouds so high
He met the moon and sung her a lullaby
A song transcending her expectations
The Moon wrote down the words as followed:
"A yellow, wrinkly hand with four fingers
Reached out to him in search of help
He was terrified and forgot to move,
But then another feeling came over him"
They will never be torn apart
Even when she is just a cresent, even when only some of her is here
He will walk towards the moon at midnight
And wander about until she is full
Posted in response to the challenge Lunar.
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