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The moon hovered in the sky,
So fragile yet strong.
A song of the moon,
A melody of heartache and agony,
Floated in the air.
Hushed whispers traveling across
The frozen wasteland.
The predator howled,
A tune of sorrow and dismay.
One by one,
The creatures
Of night and day,
United in their grief,
Sang the song of fury and anguish.
About the Creator
Ellie Tseng
Hi, I’m 13 yrs old and have just started to write. I like math and science, as well as playing flute and violin. I also enjoy playing chess.



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