Whisper with the child of night
In her eyes remain her fright
The moon is showered with her light
For every sin God did not smite.
Her hair was remnants of the sky
Her past has made so many cry
And in the world she lived a lie
Yet deep inside her heart shall die.
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I dunno, this poem is pretty good, but it's ish ish towards the end.