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// The Company of Others :: Tempest Moon 
// Story: Silver Words on Burned Pages 
// by Silver Thread 
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Under the soft moon, upon the new-fallen snow
She felt the colors pulled from her like a cover
Unblanketing her inner fears but known to lovers
For all the spiteful world to see her cringe

Though keratin protected her from nipping
This winter's cold still dove and danced her branches
Each a mortal twig placing a foot in nature's gift
A crunch a-kin to breaking bones and limbs

Each thought varied but all the same painful scene
And the dark, deep sky was lit by the little city
Keeping away the thousand-starborn tapestry
As the tiny moon began to raise her head

And in this quiet did the mare seem changed
Her forcèd frown no longer joy betrayed
She was alone, under the moon, a broken dove
Blue hair gone silver, and coat dark smoke

Still the eyes regarded the moon as a beauty
The only thing in the chilling silence of cold
To try and keep her from giving in
To darkest desires born of ages old

Upon her flank, a moon shined, gibbous and unwhole
And eyes reflected pains only the night could know
She ran from the silence to the comfort of her lover
For loneliness is desperate, and alone...