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Luna

Erupting into faint but otherworldy colors,
I take flight in the night as black as Boötes Void
in search of sweet pale Selene, Chandra, Tsukuyomi

Dearest Luna, who takes up residence
in the firmament above. I make a plea to thee
Deliver me from this I see, a labyrinth of treachery
I follow thy luminance, a beacon to yonder holy land