Katie Odell

Maiden of the Moon

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that…

She flees once more into the wind
And intertwines with night
Rekindling each fading star
With pallid, hazy light

Each one bestows a blessing
'Pon the everlasting saint
Of the fantasies of younglings
Undefiled by worldly taint

When the morning soon prevails
And forgotten are their dreams
The maiden of the moon dissolves
In sunlight's scorching beams

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