Queen of the Moon

She wore a cloak of feathers and rode a mare of purest white,
A silver chalice in her hands, a look of sadness in her eyes.
A thing of beauty to behold, but a sorrow to possess,
She’ll take all that you offer until there’s nothing left.
Nothing left.

The Sword-Cloak of Feathers

Queen of the Moon

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