Crescent Moon
Twin snowflakes dance in soft pink skies,
lovers who yearned for their garden,
a bed of blue roses and black sunflowers rising.
A cottage stronghold against harsh winters.
Beyond the walls of the warm sky,
an evil presence from Crescent Moon’s eye.
Envious of warmth and quiet shadows,
it lingers over the hidden sanctuary.
A pale glow splits the silent sky,
light that burns and hollows the dark,
harsh beams overheat the sacred garden,
dead petals tossed in raging winds.
The lovers mourn what cannot last,
they weep until the edge of dawn,
above them, the Crescent Moon looms over—
watching what it has undone.
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