La Bella Luna
You flaunt your beauty like a rose,
as your essence, frail and ghostly,
blooms into fuller view, a stately pose.
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, manipulation.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
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