The Blue-moon Night

In the blue-moon night when the moonlight falls
On her, she remembers what befalled
A month ago in front of her eyes,
And so she starts to walk in that night.

She unlatches her door and steps out.
Her restlessness even orders the serenity to shout -
And ask her to stay back.
But the ability to understand, she lacked.

She walks with a slower pace and energy
Passing the houses of the priests and the clergy.
And then as usual she steps on the rail,
In every blue-moon night without a fail.

She walks on it without a fear,
Even though those approaching trains she could hear.
What went on in her mind was always a mystery,
As no one bothered to peep into her history.

Then she used to change her direction,
Towards an uninviting forest lacking affection.
She used to enter it quite bold,
With no trace of fear forcing her heart to get cold.

She stops by a particular tree and looks up at the moon,
Whose light falls on a statue standing there.
Slowly she overcomes her baffled doom,
As that statue gets life and starts to stare.

She gets filled with joy as she hugs the animated statue,
Who was of her lover.
And eventually his heart begins to regain its hue,
Making her ever happier.

Because of a curse her love had lost his life,
And in that forest he stood petrified.
He could only become normal and right,
If his body felt that blue-moon's light.

This made her walk towards the forest once in every fortnight,
She didn't fear the dark; she had conquered all her fright.
She used to stay with him until the dawn,
Because with the rising sun he would again stiffen and his life would be gone.

Everytime she cries a tear or two at that spot,
And then retraces her steps back home with that little joy she got-
After meeting her beloved, even though for a short time,
But that was sufficient enough for her to stay sublime.

So in order to meet her man she walks,
Despite she comes to hear lots of disgust-filled talks.
But this shows how true she is towards him,
As she comfortably ignores all those hurting whims.