Whispers of the Drowning Moon
Cordelia Cross
Mar 25, 2025 03:45
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She stands alone by waters deep,
Where whispers in the shadows creep,
The moon's reflection, cold and thin,
A mirror to her grief within.
The winds that howl, the waves that sigh,
All echo with a muted cry,
She holds her breath, the weight severe,
One step could end the pain, the fear.
The lake calls softly, dark and wide,
It offers rest beneath the tide,
But in her heart, a flicker stays,
A broken flame that still delays.
Her tears fall silent, lost to black,
As night entwines and pulls her back,
She grips the earth with trembling hand,
Unseen, the shore becomes her stand.
For though the depths may seek her fall,
She fights the draw, resists the call,
And through her sorrow, barely heard,
She clings to life, a fragile word.
