Silver

When the golden apple-red

sunk into the dark wolf-grey,

with the bright sun, all hope set,

and cold nightmares began.

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Moonlight washed manners away

and screamed silent halls alive.

His daytime mask disappeared

and bared the curse within.

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Governed by the monstrous moon,

shadows were his only love.

In the darkness of the tower

he cursed the cloudless skies.

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Stone walls glowed in morning sun

and rough fur and claws drew back.

One more setting of the sun

and then it starts again.