The moon ascends down, soft and bright. Shedding her beauty, In hues of white.
Wrapped in a silky smooth shroud, Made from the finest loom. She searches for lover every night, Beneath the star's soft bloom.
As folklores speak of stories untold, She once had a lover, knighted in gold. Every night, she searches for her beloved, Under the shadows, where secrets unfold.
She is lonely and alone, Crying up in her magnificent castle. Her tears fall down on earth as falling stars, As a silent plea in the night's quiet hassle.
The cruelty of the world led her astray. Separating her lover, keeping her love at bay. For, their love for each other knows no bound. Yet fate keeps them apart, never to be found.
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