Chapter 95
The quiet of midnight rolled on nigh
A solitary star twinkled in the night sky
Her delicate wings found a flicker of life
She was weary
She twirled a slim finger around a strand of smooth, silky hair
Cotton like clouds danced to a tune so strange, so unknown
She looked at the face of the full moon
A moon promising so many dreams
Fulfilling them for some, shattering them for others
She watched, insentient, benumbed
A muffled sob defeated her throat, and made its way out
The murkiness of the night sky emphasised the quiet summer moon
Ah, moon, ever so lonely as that lone star disappeared
Beautiful crescent, hearkening ever so silently
It was bearing witness to dreams being made, dreams being broken
It shone, on the fragments that once were someone's dream
A dream that now lay pulverised, dissipated
Indeed, that moon shone, on all that was, all that is still to be
She closed her eyes
A slow, reticent tear crawled nonchalantly down her smooth, porcelain cheek
She felt it wet her bosom, its final resting place
As she mourned the dreams that evaded her still
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