On the night of the black moon
You ripped my heart open.
On the night of the white moon,
You collected the shredded pieces.
On the night of the blue moon,
You strung my heart back together with silk.
On the night of the red moon,
You gave it back to me.
On the night of the yellow moon,
You tried to make it beat,
When the moon didn’t arrive,
You let out an awful scream.

There was once a boy in a castle
Hidden in a tower,
that reached so high
He could almost touch the stars.
However, he wished to be below with the star he loved the most-
the boy who lived on the throne,
who wore a crown of bones
They called him the Boy Bone King-
Missing a soul,
Lost a smile,
And only spoke with demons.
Our castle boy was the only human
A Bone Boy King could ever love.
The soulless king locked him away,
For no one would take his star boy,
No one would lead him astray.
If this made his king happy,
Our star boy would remain loyal for all of their eternity.
Star boy creates friends with clouds and thunderstorms,
While his Boy bone King wreaks havoc below
And creates a hurricane of his own.
Their hearts forever intertwined
with love and madness- a type of peace
That only soulmates can find.

A writer is never peaceful
Sleep does not come easy
Stories and demons drown our senses
Then we can no longer breathe.