She had no name,
She had no memory of her life.
They called her Luna,
Because of her blonde hair that glows like a full moon.
Her eyes were a pale blue,
Like crystal clear water.
Her voice was silky smooth,
She only wore white.
She'd spread her wing in the dead of night,
Each feather glistened in the moonlight.
Sho could only imagine what she was,
She could only guess.
Her pale skin,
Pale eyes,
Pale blonde hair.
She was a creature no one truly believed in,
An angel.
No idea where this one came from but, I like it.
