What if, the stars that you count, on an endless, sleepless night,
Shower down upon you
Like a midnight lullaby,
On the pavements you reside!
What if, that familiar smell of your lover's perfume,
Cross you as you walk past the last block,
Down the hill, to the dock!
What if that murmur under your breath,
Storms out as bitter words,
In the middle of a magical forest,
Green is all you see!
What if, the maiden who runs the bakery,
Wears a black dress with dried tears on her cheeks,
The make up blended,
With pores open and visible!
What would you do?
If the demon on a moonless night, woos you,
Summoning all of your nightmares.
And the grey crown adornes your bun,
Would you let the phoenix out, burn to ashes,
Only to be re-born with the tiara of Death!?
-Mohona
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