The (Wo)Man in the Moon
Sokka sat on the cliffs overlooking the construction surrounding the growing capital of the Southern Water Tribe, staring up at the full moon. A sheet of parchment, an inkwell and a quill were sitting on the ground next to him. He breaks his gaze away from the celestial body, pulling the paper to him. His quill flutters across the page, stopping at the end of every line, remembering an old admonishment from a women in the Earth Kingdom. Five, Seven, Five, a haiku is made.
The Moon shines above,
A love lost, yet still around,
Yue, My moon, My love.