Um...this was originally going to be about the moon, but I decided that the moon was too...ah...innocent for my poem...heh heh...please r/r! ^_^


Cradling the silence
in her ebony crook
to embrace the lost
is to forgive all she took.

the blood of the damned
pools in her hands
when innocence is lost
Death does his dance.

Horrid fascination
shows in her eyes
wandering in the past
she brushes back the tide.

Her hands work the motion
weaving her pain
the fabric of our dreams
melts into rain.

Counting down the seconds
her wait has just begun
fear in her mind-
the pendulum has swung...

~*'s sorta weird, eh? Please review!!! ^_^