Shadow of the moon. Katlaina
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Once in her rare form, a figure of beauty and grace. Upon thy jaded form, her beauty overcomes. An Immense mortality, overcome by shade. Upon thy blue canvass, a coldness of death appears. The tears lay upon thy fears, upon the moon light over powers me in vein. Try as I might, thy pain never leaves. The heartless love, the tearful sorrow. I lie and long gaze upon thy blue moon, for my pained heart fills with doom. The rarest of forms of deadly beauty are that of a blue moon. Before the moon's shade of red, are the moon's journey of hunters. I walk the realm alone, alone I fear. To the edge of the cliff's and the rough waters below. My sorrow brings me no joy, but down's' my spirit's' light. Never before my lover's' touch I feel. Upon thy motions my heart must steal. A blue moon as rare as red, for thy great sadness brings me less joy. I see the sorrow, the pain and the fear. Tearless cries all through out the world leer. My husband weeps, as I do. For once in a decades time, the caress of a lover's heart I take for mine. My husband walks the Earth gazing up at the stars, I weep for him and maintain my post upon the stars. My Immortal life is also my curse, upon thy lips my soul must be purged. Thy sorrow, is my kin. Thy pain is my sin. Long accustomed I under Sorrow's' hand. I wonder the skies, an endless land, my pain is my comfort and to no end. Endless knocks upon thy door, make me end up upon thy Eastern Shore. Full of sorrow, I cry out in pain, wondering the night's' sky forever a flame. I am the moon, my sorrow is my pain. The rarest of beauties the moon that is blue. "https://lunapic.com">

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