Sonnet
As the dense fog lifts, revealing the moon
A single figure, roaming the dark streets
Utterly alone, because of strange feats
He has sealed himself in his own cocoon
To avoid getting hurt, for his one fault
That forever mars him, since date of birth
He avoids the sun, which puts him in mirth
Instead, he seeks the lunar shade, cobalt.
Fiercely independent, helped by no one
A hybrid, neither one half, nor other
He recognized his fate, a long time ago
Utterly alone, accepted by none
Is but a roamer, without a mother
Is now heading south, towards the lago