She tugged at my heart like the pull of the moon, 🌙
Gently and steadily into my doom.
Nights spent in my room,
Giving praise to her womb and Yoni.
But still she remained cold,
distant and stony.
She cast her light on me and with it madness.
A spell that brought me bittersweet gladness.
A victim of her love,
Left a helpless loon.
Now bury me alive in a silvery tomb. 🌑
-13.7