Lalin

• Caitlin Johns, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

The moon shone through the night,
Illuminating her silvery hair,
Her golden dress hung loosely sparkling in the moonlight,
Showing people what they wanted but could never have,
Some say she haunted,
Some say she filled your mind with better dreams,
Most say she was incredibly beautiful,
Others say she makes nightmares,
And he said:
‘Her name is Lalin and she is of the Moon.’