The Moon's Lover.

She sings, her voice trembles in the cold, no-one notices.
Wouldn't matter, she is alone on this street as she is alone in life.
Nothing satisfies, not a taste, not a sound.
Her beauty is waning. Crows have nested with her eyes. They sleep alongside her tears.
She hasn't rested in many years. Her body untouched. Her heart unloved.

Her voice carries over the gravel. Swims in the leaves. Only the wind applauds her bravery.
Nothing satisfies, not a single penny, not a single note.
She used to smile, back when the moon was bright. But, it hides with the night.
It hides with her.

She cries no more. She finds comfort in this deserted street. With the howling wind and the whispers of the long forgotten.
Nothing satisfied her, but the roughness of his palms and the cracks in his lips.

She sings to him. The only one she sings for. Until she can't sing no more. Lost within the night. Lost within the dark, only the moon to keep her company.