Under the Black Moon

Night crawls in to her safe place,
tear drop falls, the Shadow comes.
Emotion run wild in the small space,
lock the light up in her box keep it from the sun.
He knows not of the spirit still within,
Shadow knows not, she shall not let him win.

Join her in this dark hour this dark room,
soon to be doom under the black moon.
The sunlight creeps into the heart,
melting the ice, allowing her to fall apart.
Such weakness could be the death of the
Shadow she loved- see the path
knowing what she may become, what she may be.

Oblivious are the silent hallows.
Silent are the echoing halls.
Quiet are the creaking floors
open are the unfriendly doors.
Forgiving is the unworthy heart,
Knowing is the black moon.

The black moon sees all.
Unworthy creatures all around.
Know the light know the day.
Back into her box under the black moon.
Hide from the past, present, future.

She commands without betraying lips
“Whispers quiet! Shadow stay!
Silence is what I needs today.”
Knees to chest heart to box
knowing what she has lost.
Pain is a weakness.
It is stopping her.
From achieving her dreams-
her inner desires, her purpose.
Hopefully not lost or forgotten.