For contest sponsored by Joseph May
"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon" The song is sacred her heart broken black and doomed You see the sun set upon her head making mockery For her newborn was stillborn oh the hypocrisy Her song was supposed to reach God and bless hearts Instead it was one of agony and silver suffering sobs The light of the crescent moon came through the room As if death is beautiful weaving tears in a loon As if her baby is an angel too soon
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