I am but Moon, lowly lofted in the sky, ever drifting from horizon to horizon
I lie in wait for Wild’s return
Wrapped in a blanket of stars
But it’s not the same as Wild’s untamed heat
The feel of his breath on my surface
Or his hands wrapping truth against my cool skin
Warming me in places the Sun dares not touch
The darkness seen only to Wild because he dares to look beyond the side seen by mere mortals
The side that hides the truth of the lie
The monster too scared to admit that she’s unworthy of such devotion or even of love itself
All the while dreaming of Wild slaying giants and monsters just to prove me wrong