Wearily, she wanders,

A forgotten queen, wrath blazing in her heart.

Lamenting her love, who died, his head

Resting on her breast.

She fingers the talisman at her throat,

A rune, the symbol upon it that of the moon.

A symbol

Of freedom, of love,

Of immaculateness.

She is the purity sovereign,

Roaming the walkways

Of a forgotten palace,

That has corroded with age.

Her home,

The palace on the moon.