From the peek of the silvery blue moon
To the taunts of sweet pink dusk
She changed,
From friend
To fiend
Then to counterfeit.
For withering sighs,
And agonizing shrieks,
No truth does she speak.
She sat in oblivious darkness
Although the sun was clearly seen
She waited in lonely silence
For friend
Or foe
Even for a howl to be heard.
With a broken sound
Another one was told.
The anonymous sigh
With a desperate cry,
She moved on strings alone.
Day after day, after day
Till she went no more…