Written for Kimberly and Sarah a long time ago.
Story behind it? I have my own. Make yours.

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The pale white moon in all of it’s gloom
Lit her ivory face
It cut her flesh and she warned herself,
“Asteria, hasten your pace...”
Her hands did fumble and
Her feet did stumble,
Grasping with porcelain limbs;
The whim of the moon choked her soon,
As the silver dripped over her skin.
“I’m dead,” she cried, “I’m dead,” she lied,
In hopes to lead them astray
But one good look was that all it took,
To see how her dress was frayed;
“The lace,” She’d say, “They ripped it away,
I couldn’t do more than scream.
The dirt came next and so had me vexed,
But now I’m truly afraid.”
The branches held high but so did the sky,
She’d argued this many a’time;
Oh to begin to see again,
She’d bleed in a wretched good rhyme.
Her demons! They’d find her and
So she did wander
To escape the beat of their wings;
They’d screech and they’d smile and
They’d stay for a while
To feed of her flesh and her scream
“I’m dead,” she cried and this time, no lie
“I can’t feel myself anymore...”
Her tears and her fears all reflected in mirrors
And her ankles have snapped on the floor;
“It’s too much,” she’d say, “Let them take me today,
I will let them have me whole.”
But the too long weeks of tear-stained cheeks
She knew she could be whole no more.
The forest was dirty, it’s floor so murky –
The white of her dress was stained
They’d beat her and eat her and generally knead her
She’d fear it was their spawn she’d contain...
“I’m ready,” she choked, “I’m through,” she spoke
“I’m no longer in the favor of God...”
The moon, it’s now red! “It’s light I have bled,”
Then rose up their grisly grey rod
She screamed and she screamed for the pain it did seem
Had set her body a’flame;
They licked and they spit and so she did quit
And hung in a dirty dead shame
Skin rotted and peeled and now they have kneeled
In hopes of a little good taste,
“Asteria,” They’d hiss,
Their breath damp with piss,
“Asteria, hasten your pace..."