This half crescent lunacy
shines down over broken unity
and once, this was
immunity, now
infected by betrayal.

But nights flow on
like water, the daughter
of selfish choice, and in
our hands an empty promise;
a shell of solace; a shattered
good luck charm.

02/28/2004

Author's Note: Just a beginning for now.

Posted on 02/28/2004
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