His ballad to the moon
she heard from her balcony
Everynight the voice soothed her soul
sweeping away the foul
despondence within her.
She yearned to savvy the roots
awaiting for that drums
in her heart to play along with the notes
long unheard , when the nightfall comes .
The anticipation made her way
into the woods in her hoods
in a quest .
For she doubted the enigmatic howl that
led her into the shady grove
Alas! stood there , frozen without a move
and there lie a wounded wolf .
Bathed in blood , stakes in heart
letting out a mournful sigh , so high .
The notes that once
elated her , now haunting .
Her tears , phoenix tears
i say , healed him letting her fears
outgrow ; he the mysterious healer
her animus , turned her charcoal irises
into a galaxy of purple stars .
With the hoods gone he showed her
the floating stars dispensing her innerchild
the true enigma , her quest .
Amidst the dark she saw her light
the knight in the malicious lupus
her sweetest nightmare.
Yet again , only to be
decepted by the lanterns
he vanished into thin air .
He , too far to reach ; too high to fly
a flaming cold memory he remained
for she never fitted in that sphere
Neither did he.
His universe , a chimera .
He a distant midsummer night's dream
that lingered in her world .