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Lunar Kindred


In the shadowed chasms of night, where souls are tethered, Echoes stir, deep torrents of forgotten desire, A lover's lament, drowned in celestial fire. Beneath the moon's pulse, two hearts together weathered, Bound by lunar tides, by ethereal devotion, Caught adrift in a sea of star-kissed emotion. In the cool glow of silvered beams, they wove their tale, A palace of passion within the night's frail veil. Yet fate, that unseen hand, tore their woven dreams, Ripping through the sky with silent, shattering screams. Now they wander, lost in the night's aching refrain, The moon, a witness, cradles their endless pain. The moon—silent mirror to a soul’s hidden scars, Searched for its reflection among the distant stars. But in the shimmering mockery of light, It taunts with truths forever out of sight. Oh, to retrace the steps along that skyward path, To see their eyes glint before the final wrath. But destiny, cruel, keeps the worlds divided, Leaving hearts broken, souls undecided. Retreat, then, into the mind's endless maze, Where the heart's echo trembles and love decays. Within the moonlit halls of introspection, Seek the resurrection of a soul's lost connection. The moon’s gaze—frozen, yet whispering of despair, As he searches for solace in the celestial air. Haunted by shadows, by memories' cold embrace, The moon’s pale beams still caress his broken face. In the silence of this solitude, strength flickers near, To hold what was, and release what’s impure here. For within the hollow night, hope yet remains, That love, like the moon, transcends all mortal chains. So, dance now with phantoms beneath the moon’s cruel eye, Embrace the memories, both the truth and the lie. In this cryptic reverie, find the keys to peace, As the moon stands witness to their quiet release.
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