by: Richard S. Sexton Jr.

Twas eve of the blood moon,
her heart pumped ever so
gracefully,

This night she would release,
herself of all boundings,
to enhance her emotion,

She shed a tear for each,
friend she left behind,
to mourn her departure,

Each step lead her further,
askew of all the things,
she wished to remember,

This night, would last,
her an eternity of happiness,
in the arms of her love.

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