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A poem that Grey, my friend, gave to me. A little dark, yes, a little long, yes, but just letting you know that I didn't write it.

Of a night to one, a night to all.
One may seek peace, where many have fallen.
Throught the forest, all dark and hidden
Moonlight hits what needs to be glisten.
Thought many want to hide
The Moon says nay, You have to come out
Or forever be there
The Hidden reply;
The dark isn't so bad; it's quite nice
to lie here on very thin ice,
So close to death is what we want
So close to death is life to us.
There is nothing in this world
That can change our mind.
Moon thought, and thought
Then left the sky.
Sun came, Sun went
But Hidden still stayed hidden
For months on end Moon did not appear
Hidden were greatful
For just a year.
Soon after the year of no moon
Many died, many buried.
Many left for a quest after Moon.
None came back, none were forgotten.
But those were gone
And what was gone was a loss.
Hidden realized
Just how much Moon meant.
They hated Moon in the beginning of their lives
And upsetting it every chance they got.
Now they missed it.
They missed its light.
And how it cared for them.
It really did care...
It tried to help yet they said nay
They needed Moon.
As much as they need life
And the "closeness of death"
They called Moon back,
They called and called;
Until their throats were sore.
Then Moon came back,
Back, it said, is what I did
Back is what I want you to do.
You have found peace,
You have driven me out
Just to find It.
Then you have fallen
And fall to the back is what you now will do!
With magick that Moon carried,
It turned Hidden into shadows.
They will be seen and forgotten
Yet know of and almost shapless.
But they didn't care,
They wanted Moon back.
At night they all came together.
And celebrate Moon
As Moon forgave them.

Yet nothing was clear.
The children of Moon
Hated yet love Moon.
Moon left to show
How bad It was without Moon
At first they did not care
Then They soon missed It.
Some left and never came back.
But why was that?
Those who died, died.
But most lived to become New.
New changed and completely forgot
What had happened.
But Moon, it cried.
Causing the stars in the sky
Because New
Wanted Sun.
Moon took Its time returning.
But from time to time,
Moon leaves night and
shares the sky with Sun
To see New.
But when it is gone,
Hidden are sad
Then to glad
That Moon isn't gone for long.
Of all that had happen.
Of all that is done,
All is happy.
All changed to fit what they become.
All have found peace.
But they must beware of what is to come.
The beginning said
Peace is of where many have fallen.
Now, they are going to fall.
Death is unhappy; he has no friends.
They all went back to Moon
Or have become New
One will die, so Death can be lonely no more

Of a night to one, a night to all.
May one seek peace, where many have fallen.
Throught the forest, all dark and hidden
Moonlight hits what needs to be glisten.
But beware of what is to come.
For a death to one, is a death to all.