Apr 3, 2008

Claire de Lune

A marbled choir of Angels,
Shadowed by the Full Moon's Muse.
Her Reign, argent vast wonders,
Pillaging darkness with pride.

She brought a lance of Moonlight,
Piercing through the lightless veil.
Oh! Shining Muse, heed my cry:
Smite this emptiness within!

A single Nightmare lingers,
Clawing with razor sharp nails:
As far and high as thou are,
Blatant silence drowns my pleas.

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