Black Moons

She knew her world was falling apart, yet she returned to the place it had first started. She was described as a delicate young flower but seem to always have her head high up where the black moons shone. 

This place, with the gentle touches of violet and whites alike, cast a blanket of love for her. Stars smiled at her as the black moons danced for her. Here, she was safe, in her world of peace and untouched by those who would cause her harm. 

Here, she felt as if someone had created her as if like a piece of art. Millions of eyes she'd feel upon her back, but it wouldn't matter. This was her world...

Here where the Black Moons danced...