Moon Maiden

January 18, 2009
By Reika BRONZE, Massena, New York
Reika BRONZE, Massena, New York
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Ah, to be free once more.
My prison rusted and broken,
decay enshrouded in shadow,
but for a beam of gentle light.
The sweetest of air drifts through.

Ah, to soar once more.
Wings outstretched towards the heavens,
and the sun beckons,
longing for the lazy love
of darkness meeting bright mists.

Ah, to exist once more.
Dormancy transformed into brilliant cognition
as forgotten fragments are restored,
here, in this crescent bed,
surrounded by dark silk and sparkling diamonds.

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