The Fury

The city seems to breed
at every which angle.
With her hair hanging out of the window
and the story slowly being let down to the street.

While it reflected in a puddle,
it became written on Luna's face.
And what a shame,
she always had everything all her own.

But I never made it out,
and I anticipated such an ending.
And what a shame,
everyone needs someone to sing them to sleep.