what elegance, O Queen of bleak sky,
though dire wolves await thee bid adieu!
as stars shine bright to glow and die,
thou still and silent through the night.
bent of mystery, cry of deep misery,
of a maiden's love--yet to be requited,
what beauty to see, what's hidden from me,
an enigma dark from mine own sight.
when crescent gone, as dogs howl low,
a beast of bumps and tainted flesh,
unfolds all secrets now to show
what it means to be whole again.
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