Girl of the moonA Poem by PinkyA poem about a mentally ill girl the lived on the moon in her mind...
I once knew a girl pretty and young
She could not, she would not speak No language, not even tongues
Her over all out look was very bleak Abused, seduced, used, beaten down Humiliated and weak
An unstained princess became a clown Defiled and soiled by mankind Never smiled only frowned
Had to convince her out of her mind Brought her back to the earths decay No matter how she declined
Reluctant to speak, she came to say This world is fucked and filled with gloom She took a trip far away
To dwell with the people on the moon to save them from the vampire To protect them from they’re doom
So she could be loved and admired So she plotted and she planned she had purpose and desire
With the sacred knife in her small hand On the sacrificial stone Watching the sky and the land
Waiting for the bizarre and unknown From the corner of her eye A great black bird in had flown
Suddenly appeared out of the sky There stood the grand vampire king Intrigue filled her heart inside
Covered entirely in bat wings Beauty had her fixated Unlike any earthly thing
In awe wonder struck and sedated There was nothing she could do He had her captivated
Opened his wings grabbed her, up they flew After this revolution Back on earths realistic view
Stuck on this terrible dimension Locked out of the moons domain Outside of her delusion
Trapped she became violently insane In this vile place that’s she hates No escape from the earths pain
Bound, tied, resigned herself to her fate The physical plain her jail Cured psychological state
Rebuilt herself and she had prevailed She said me would of shot me If things went sour, would I have failed
© 2009 PinkyAuthor's Note
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Added on April 23, 2008Last Updated on August 30, 2009 Author
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