Moon Maiden (2.0) Poem by Abigail Hauschild

The maiden of the night
And her pale face
Sat envious of the sun's soft light
As it melted away the darkness
Turning everything a shade of plush gold
That made the earth ache to awaken
Such a contrast from midnight's blue
That made even the stars shiver
The harsh black that invited the demons out to play
Could not compete with the forgiving arms of morning
And even as darkness coveted the light
She retreated every time he reached out to her