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Moonlit Frost
Ice cold winter overwhelms
No light to watch her freeze
In the shadows they watch, they wait,
these demons she cannot see
Her breath becomes a frosty cloud
Her heart begins to slow
The demons smile, closing in,
but there's something they don't know
From behind the darkened clouds above,
awaits the shining moon,
he struggles to shine through the dark,
to rid the night of its gloom.
Her frozen breath has almost stopped,
the demons cry out loud.
But before they can get to her,
the moon breaks through the clouds.
His glow reaches the frost below,
his light catching the evil beasts.
The demons cower from the light,
forgetting their anticipated feast.
She opens her eyes to the glow,
of the moon up in the sky.
Life floods back into her soul,
before she can tell the world good-bye.
The light of the moon when it hits the frost,
warms her frozen heart.
The moon will save her every time
she is close to being torn apart.
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]