Moon Child

Off she flew
one starry night.
Flying high
out of sight.

Over the moon
a nimble plea,
Her own voice
was the key.

So she stood
straight and tall,
Little she could
know at all.

Now she leaves
and doesnt look back.
Locking the keys
hiding the rack.

And off she flew
one starry night.
Flying hight
out of sight.

Over the moon
a nimble plea.
Her own voice
was the key.

{ I have had writters block on this poem for soo long, I still cant find a good title for it, if you have any ideas, let me know please ^_^}