. .
She is the daughter,
the daughter of December.
She's had an ice cold heart
as far as I could remember.
She has a moonful of men
she has cast to the side.
She's most ecstatic when
Tranquility's Sea is at high tide.
As she wields her sword,
tomorrow's split in two.
One half goes to Helios,
the other half goes to the moon.
Men travel their entire lives to reach the twelfth month,
for someone to cling to and savor.
Pulled in by the prettiest smile in the heavens,
only to be impaled by her saber.
She is the daughter,
the daughter of December.
She's had an ice cold heart
as far as I could remember.
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