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.
