Now there's darkness, only darkness
Engulfing the shimmer of the moon's rounded cheeks.
She cries, outnumbered.
The stars and their song have deserted Her.
Nothing is left.
No hope but dawn.
She calls upon the sun, His radiance is quick to her aid.
She inserts a knife, cold, hard, into her breast.
It is over.
The enemy defeated at the price of beauty lost.
The grass mourns for her.
The day has come.
The red may be deleted.
I haven't decided yet.