TItle Optional

Sitting sickly over dark horizons

Bathed in a malefic glow,

Hangs the moon in quarter face

Oblivious to the world below

She shines to spite a world, hollow

Filled with bitter thoughts,

On last remarks said in the dark

Does she realise all the pain

Drifting down on earthly plains?

While dancing with the stars

Being followed on by Mars

Does she feel the love shot out

Cannon fodder, the longing heart.

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