The moon would shine off of her hair, I was struck
By the way wolves would cry at her feet.
"Hey are you out there?"she calls out in capitals, no luck.
Her eyes are like needles piercing the skin. Complete
Are those deep pools of envy, gleaming away.
I'm stuck in them like ships in the sea, sinking.
I was there on my knees begging to stay.
Farther away I was drifting, not blinking.
I was warned by the night, how her eyes reflected the sun
Warned, but I was not afraid of her surrounding fire.
Scorned by the way she moved, by the way she spun.
She danced to the howls of beasts, oh how they desired
The way she whirled, as I once did and for her I had failed.
I was lost in this book, lost in her fairy tale.
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