Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon.

The moon in shape of a crescent in the sky.

I turn to my loves arms,

He disappears into the shadows of the night.

The scouts have been beaten.

They lay on the ground.

A wind passes by and my hair lifts up in the current.

A single tear runs down my cheek,

Forming into a crystal.

I stand alone on the place of my rebirth.

The evil has been vanquished.

Memories never to be remembered again by

Those I love the most.

I raise the crystal high.

Given it my love,

Soul,

And energy.

The crystal breaks.

Granting my wish.

Shards fly by my face.

And I am never again

To remember the pain,

Anguish, and loss of

Defeating the one who Has held a grudge for

One thousand years.