It was over.
She knew it was.
She was the Moon.
Guardian of Hope.
She had always known this day would come.
The day They found her.
The day They took everything.
She had tried to hide.
To save what she had.
But it was hopeless.
Though she carried Hope, hope had abandoned her long ago.
Oh the irony.
She should have known.
Her lover's final gift. The first thing she lost. The thing that even now she clung on to, though it was no longer hers to have.
Hope.
The first thing to be lost.
Hope.
The last thing to be lost.
Hope.
And now it was Gone.
The Moon had lost.
They had won.
Hope was no more.
And the Shadow was Gone.
All was Lost.
A memory that shall die.
But the stars will remember.
They will remember their Moon
Yet try as she might, she could not weep.
Because the Moon can't cry.
And the Shadow can't smile.