By the Moon.

Instead of the sun, 

She lived by the moon.

She sang with the trees,

But in her own tune. 

She danced to their music, 

The song of the night. 

She had yet to fly, 

Though try it, she might.

She was one with the magic, 

It lived in her veins. 

It soared through her body,

It broke all her chains. 

So wild at heart,

Yet nobody knew. 

So when the sun rises, 

Reality would too.