selene

 o dearest mother moon,
you're scarred and sickly,
rotting away in your tomb,
your stars depleting quickly.
gazing at your deepest light
and your pitiful loneliness,
i wonder where's your knight
and your protector of holiness
yet in the bleakest night sky
you stand shining isolated,
never allowing a single cry
to be heard, you stay sated
as your mystical prince lays
reflected in a rippled daze. 
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