Poems

Secret of the Moon

Alone I sat upon her grave
Too long had I been kept a slave
By the secret I must keep
That would cause grown men to weep

I have no friends in this life
A fact that which fills me with strife
Mother was there to comfort me
But now she rests under this tree

I wish I could not survive, but live
Oh what I would not give
To not feel hopeless every day
But to be able to go out and play

To run free as myself in the sunlight
To not feel cold silver's night
To not be the monster they think me to be
To run wild in the woods, wild and free

Alone I am without mother here
After they killed her out of fear
The beast in me wants revenge
The wolf in me wants to avenge

But mother would want me to go on
To continue to face the rising dawn
To keep the secret of the moon
The secret that got her killed too soon

I stand before her grave of snow
A white rose upon it that seems to glow
The flower was her favorite, and is my name
And like the rose, I have thorns, and will never be tame

With a final glance, I depart
To rip and tear those men apart
When my moon rises and their sun sets
They will feel the pain of their regrets

I will face the dawn and leave after
After they have been killed and can no longer hear laughter
To keep the secret of the moon so I might survive
To embrace the secret of the moon so that my soul might stay alive