The Brave
The bravery that once existed between the world of two places
suddenly became a space of urecognized faces
faces that once belonged to other places
and the places were once warmed by the glow of the face of the sun
quickly became a friend of the moons.
The moon created darkness and cold wherever it roamed
but the brave became the sun where needed most.
with her head held up and her sword drawn ablaze
she gave the moon a look to gaze the plan of darkness and cold
with one stroke not of the sword but with the arms of the brave
she made the moon warm with love.
For the brave is rare and sweet the bravery she gave, gave the moon peace to sleep.
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