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Promise

Hi ppl. Yay! I've written a poem that doesn't make Sere and Dare hate each other. Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me, but this poem and story does. If ANYONE nicks off with part of one of my poems, or stories WITHOUT asking me first WATCHOUT. If you've read my other stories, tell me what you think about them too.

**Promise**

The light shone down on moonlit waves,

And meets on yonder cliff and shore,

It destroys as much as saves,

As it will forever more.

So it does, dear prince of mine, the boy who is my Valentine, a prince you are and always will be, the only one to set me free. You set me free many a time, from Beryl the first, and the last times. It is true that all looks beautiful in the moonlight. It is by night an army waits, for sunrise, orders to storm the gates. Many a moonlit stroll ends in hate.

Our hearts will meet again once more,

As wave passes moonlit shore,

The love I showed once will be,

The love with which you'll set me free.

I promise we will meet once more, even if it only be, for you to see and set me free. Without you, I would have died in great harm, against an evil, evil charm. Made by Beryl, then Mother gave her wisdom and another, great gift that we all treasured greatly. Her life.

The kingdom gone,

The evil raise,

A one who borne,

across the waves.

Mother fretted that they would come many years before they did. Many a time I glanced out my window, to see her in the garden, talking to one of the mages.My love, my love, the kingdom sunk beneath the waves. Gone again. I couldn't save, you or myself, I was so afraid.

Into the darkened cave of night,

Strides one who knows not how to fight,

Or even how to hide her bright,

So is the youngest child of light.

And so strides Reeny our only child, ahead to kill a spirit wild. That we now call Metallia. Why? Why should any other die? I'm sick and tired of people dying for me, I wish I wasn't treated as if I would break. Reeny had a brother and sister before she was born. They died in a rampage designed be Metallia. It is to you now My dear Darien I write, from the ruins of the moon, to you in Crystal Tokyo, I'll be back soon, you're loving wife.

Serena,

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So, what did you think? Email all comments, thoughts, flames (hopefully not) or maybe praise, to me.

Email: jacey111@yahoo.com