Silver Words on Burned Pages

Under the soft moon, upon the new-fallen snow

She felt the colors pulled from her like a cover

Unblanketing her inner fears but known to lovers

For all the spiteful world to see her cringe

Though keratin protected her from nipping

This winter's cold still dove and danced her branches

Each a mortal twig placing a foot in nature's gift

A crunch a-kin to breaking bones and limbs

Each thought varied but all the same painful scene

And the dark, deep sky was lit by the little city

Keeping away the thousand-starborn tapestry

As the tiny moon began to raise her head

And in this quiet did the mare seem changed

Her forcèd frown no longer joy betrayed

She was alone, under the moon, a broken dove

Blue hair gone silver, and coat dark smoke

Still the eyes regarded the moon as a beauty

The only thing in the chilling silence of cold

To try and keep her from giving in

To darkest desires born of ages old

Upon her flank, a moon shined, gibbous and unwhole

And eyes reflected pains only the night could know

She ran from the silence to the comfort of her lover

For loneliness is desperate, and alone...