_BY simsamsarts_

In her they had a god
Their symbol of good
A light to their gloom
Who rained darkness at noon
The god of life during death
But still demanded for death during life
A living sacrifice
Fresh blood
An untouched heiress
A virgin
At her age of blossoming
Was all she wanted for a sacrifice
Blinded by their vehemence of selenophile
They stopped the flow of the river
By killing a daughter
Of the king
Just to appeace the moon
They gave away life for a dead body
Causing a generational halt
They dried a river that once flowed
To give life to streams
Just for their great love for their god
The moon


Published by simsamsarts

I believe in simplicity,

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