One moonlit night, fast asleep
The verdure in its cradle,
While frozen motes of earth encroached,
Sigh at the Gods betrayal…

They awed in silence at their bond,
On spirit vowed to another
While both their hands were clasped on skin,
In death and keen, their mother…

Yet then the mirror broke in two,
No moon ever so vivid
A pearl of tear in her eyes,
Still held their pale, strayed image…