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Winter's Moon
It was then that I walked upon my path.
The snow was falling,
And an ashen faced child lied in my way.
I ran to her crying,
Yet not knowing why.
Bloodied tears stained her cheeks,
And the light from her eyes dimmed ever so gradually.
I so desperately wanted to help her.
Then, her small hand rose to my face
And a pained sigh escaped from her blue lips.
Within the palm of her hand,
The child held a gift.
So dark and primitive.
So enticing.
The gift of life.
The curse of death.
Inside of her heart...
She withheld the key that kept me in my past,
And the lock that once held me from my future.
That night, barely alive,
The snow became my refuge,
And that child became me.
