Dead Moon

Austeire gloom; as she falls
And the world unravels
Her mask breaks before them all
Concealed emotions spill forth
So troubled and half hidden
But now is exposed.

Dark, cloaked, nothing revealed
Black secerets threaten her will
Close thy eyes, reside inside
And wait to die

Broken beauty bleeds
All alone, with no one to hold
Prisoner and slave to her pain
Dead moon today.

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