The pale moon floats through demon skies
Her aspect cold and eerie
Against the raging storm she vies –
Her heart thus ever weary
So solitary in the night
Suspended there in sorrow
Yet waiting for the dawn’s sweet light –
A brighter new tomorrow
All frenzy quits in daytime’s glow
For silent be the morning
And deep in shadows set below
Then comes the sun’s new dawning
The pale moon sleeps in demon skies
Afraid of night’s returning –
So dark, eclipsed, as there she cries
In secrecy and yearning
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