A poem for Moon.girl
Walking towards the light
What a waste. What a shame.
Lost and gone before you came.
The spot light dims no shadow cast
behind illumed face or darkened arse.
The curtain falls, the audience leave
disappointed and deceived
Your name in lights bulbs all blown
Dark forever. Not a fate condoned
Your loss because another rises
fame assured, because of your tantalizes
Walking casts a shadow of your image behind
Heavens illumination leaves your visage blind.