Poems from Flower-of-the-Moon

For me, who sits alone by the windowsill  The moon is my sister, my kin We both live lonely, dark and ill Always cold without warmth...
Oh ,wicked fiends Those of our nightly legends  I now understand your enchanted dreams Those howls you screech to the heavens   My blood...
I write for the night, For she is the one who listens   Her moon and stars hear my cries, For I save my pain and tears for them   I stay...
This sickness we share It's not at all rare I'll admit it's just human condition   We run and we fret Over people not meant Who are all in...
So...Can you hear my whisper It echoes of off my branches Rushes through the leaves Tickles at your ears Warning you to leave    Now...Can...

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