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Poetry/Short Stories

Moon Child
By: Tibs

The night was long the night she turned.
The hunt within her burned
Burned with the desire of a moon wild
Of a Moon Child.

On that long night, she began to see.
See what she was truly longing to be.
To be a child of night
A child of light.
A Moon Child.

The rugged fur grew
The wind blew.
Blew the kisses of a child.
A Moon Child

Her knees reversed, her body grew lean.
She couldn't tell reality from the dream.
All she truly knew, was that she was no longer human.
She was a new kind of hunter.
She was a Moon Child.