Her pallor veiled by trees' dark silhouette,
a mighty, milky moon arose this night,
observing me through twigs of black lace net.
Enchanted in the spell of her cream light,
I drove, for how I yearned to touch that face,
her gaze so soft I fancied that she called,
"Come, mortal, sail with me, give chase."
Her enigmatic smile held me enthralled.
Yet on the footpath walkers hurried by,
'til almost I could shake them. "See the moon!"
so beauteous before me I could cry
to know she would depart from me too soon.
And, ah... how deep my longing to rise free,
released from duty's bonds that tether me.
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