Moonchild

2/2/03
the Moonchild reached into the void
of the Innocent and spread it across the
world, giving some innocence to experience
and experience to the damned

4/2/03
look into the eyes of a million twisted souls on a twisted spire, reaching for the heavens for a kind word, a forgiving glance from the Moonchild, her fairies healing imps of hell, turning them from damnation to salvation

The Moonchild throws back her immortal head, pulling back from a celestial bong, the smoke of the Gods. She closes her eyes, and drifts into eternity, the smoke carrying her to the edges of mortality, toeing the line between life and immortality, a taste of death.

5/2/03
the feathered shaman dances his lament to the Moonchild, begging for her approval of actions foregone and forgotten. The shaman begs for protection from the wolfchildren and the Snake, their fake faces hunger for his flesh, his heart.


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(from 10th grade. my english teacher let me indulge myself in creating this "mythic" figure, a god-like figure, and all that became of it was references to other things i wrote and it pretty much deadended. anyways, shes a godlike figure, immortal or whatever, and i like the stuff i wrote because it let me create my own sort of cosmology that built on stuff that i wrote.