The Rebel

In the valley with the moon above,

Which shines upon the forest near the sea,

Rays to the valley’s heart have made,

Soft and wobbling retreat of a shade.

There she gazes upon the stars that race,

Through everlasting time and space,

And she rises with the sun stiff and strong,

Against the world that gone wrong.

She then set sails to the distant land,

Where she can stand against that world,

Under blood-red sun while there's still a day,

Sails take her slowly far away.

The End

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