she shined like the full moon- light, and dark, and beautiful in every way. a heart of velvet and a mind of steel rose pedals, she danced in the rain, and, oh, how i longed to join her. she was walking art with a heart of the gods. how could she not be an angel on this black earth? my heart still belongs to this Goddess of the Moon, and how i want to hold her in my arms, but, alas, i cannot, my dear, Cynthia.