She is December.
A zephyr of melancholy maim you.
Thee who bleed in the name of love—
The vessel of the abyss contains thy blood.

She turned twenty.
A lunula, an agony and bliss.
One should fall into the sea,
One will shine for thee.

She is December.
She decided to be moonless—
She's the end and she'll start all over again.

Braver, stronger— smarter
Hello, December.