The moon reflected off her hair,
shimmering rays of colour
dancing like fairies
from her head.
Shadows, her loyal friends,
engulf her body, her soul,
from prying eyes that are
desperately seeking her.
The sun begins to rise,
illuminating the skies
and waking animals from their slumber,
sending her back home.
Her wounds would heal in her sleep,
that dreamless state of unrest she'd known
all her life. Scars for tomorrow
gone today.
03.03.08
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