and the muses spoke

the moon cries silver tears
falling, cascading down on me
swirling with the tears from mine eyes.

he weeps for the world;
for the undying hope that the world has
i weep for myself;
for the hope dying within me.

we let the tears fall,
praying that this will give us release,
freeing us from the pain.

**picture borrowed from littlerocket.net**

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