With silence scream, may be whispering,
comes and brings the madness,
or, perhaps, bloody fury,
in the dark night, when moon doesn't shining,
she comes, this dark mistress,
and she's showing you bloody painting, blurry, blurry...
And with torn innocence,
veiled in the cape, her silence,
violence,
she's preaches love, and faith,
in her flag - star, cusps five,
and the title: Moon's wife.
Quietly, she brings the violence,
with tears on her lashes,
in her hair,
and blood on her evanescent innocence,
terror, fear and wounds in watching faces,
her eyes full of fire.



