While her gentle sister slept ( Read more... )

Re-found this by accident and I'm actually sort of proud of it.

The moon goes low and calmly rides
The shadow's way, around the tides,
And through the forest branches sees
The woods of whispers, and the trees.
Endless stars!
Endless moon!
The night abides amid the breeze.

To die without succeeding
I fear not--'tis a well-tread way
But to live life without trying!
What a death died every day!