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Watching under a Weeping Moon
Watching Under a Weeping Moon
Once upon a midnight clear,
When stars were bright and moon seemed near,
A hound did howl throughout the night
And in one breath, an owl took flight.
His feathers were as soft as down
(All the better not to make a sound)
His goal was there, beyond the trees-
He could spy her through the leaves.
Her moonlit hair shone like Ravenswing
And starlit-eyed glance made Cupid's bow sing.
She'd called to him; he willingly obeyed-
Her power over him could not be swayed.
The thirteenth strike would make her his,
But Fate could not abide this tithe.
She fought; he fell, with seconds to spare-
Now he watches her with a mournful air.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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