A beauty by day, a goddess by night
Praise her grace as her chariot takes flight...
*this poem is only a draft, please comment if you...
As the moon makes its silent greeting to the...
Waiting in the shadow,
a place unknown...
I don't trust the night because she stares at me
with her cold, bitter eyes...
To fall in love with her,
is to sell my soul to the darkness...
A porcelain doll sits on the shelf
as a worthless decoration...
Rain sprinkles upon the forbidden ground
Sprouting the life where there was once dead...
Even a man pure in heart
And says his prayers at night...
Mistress of the Moon
and there she is...
Guardian of light, apprentice of dark.
Guarding the gates of the underworld park...
She, the mistress of her own red lust
With a frozen heart of iron rust...
Walking down a path
In the middle of no where...