It covers the moon, softly and gently,
Slowly the light fades away,
Giving its rule over to the darkness,
Fighting its all, but not going hard enough,
Going, going, ........gone..
As if its last words were:
"Remember me",or "Help save the light".
But it is too late
The light flickers,
Then gives way
Like a burnt candle.
......Stephanie (age 13).......