Blackness envelopes us overhead,
but under the watchful eye of God,
He pierces the dark,
and silver heavens shine through,
through the perfect, glowing full moon.
We walk, and we talk, arm in arm.
The summer evening, she is kind and warm.
She banished them,
and cold demons of the world have fled for good,
and we feel safe, as sisters should.
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