The light is cold as it touches my skin
Always cold, never warm

It shines a bright blue
Bright and cold,
But always there

Moonlight is constant,
The blue light forever shining
Be it a sliver
Or a full disk

The cold moonlight is always there

It cuts my skin
Leaving me scarred as its surface

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