Moon Girl

Beaten and bruised, the moon girl rose,

Through shadows and storms, her spirit glows.

Broken, confused, yet she learned to thrive,

Carving her light, keeping dreams alive.

Her heart still beats, fierce and divine,

Not theirs to claim—it’s solely mine.

No longer a feast for those who take,

Her soul’s now a fortress they can’t break.

The moon girl rises, crafted by scars,

Her glow outshines the fading stars.

A mirror of faith, her light rebounds,

In healing’s orbit, her power resounds.