Must this serve as a constant reminder,
Saying capture her now,
Immaculately bind her,
Twist her limbs to a nothing,
Tie her to a rope,
Do this, and do that,
She splutters, she chokes,
But indeed, without her,
The night moves on,
And even without her smile,
The mornings go on,
Buried beneath the dirt,
Soon to arise,
I was once a moon,
The moon was once I,
But now I am gone,
Despite once lighting up the sky.