La Bella Luna!
You display your beauty like a rose,
your appearance, at first frail and ghostly,
blooms to fuller view in a sky studded with stars.
O Maiden Of Mystery! home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
convocations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
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