The Harp

A harp lights the sky

In the pale moonlight

The soft strum of her fingers

Turn the flowers to singers

The breeze tries to coax her to play

In the desperation of the day

But when the sun hangs low

And the moon dominates the snow

Her strings are heard through the kingdom

She plays for freedom

She plays for sleep

She plays to make the giant weep

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MythicalFishPen

Fantastic! Great control of rhyme scheme! 

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