Specter

She is the bane of still waters
Serenity's captor
Inducing a syndrome, Stockholm's best
She is the waning full moon
Yet a crescent bright
A first sign of movement, in a barren chest
The sky marked with splendor
The eyes, with wonder
We warmongering two, a rubicon crossed
The bridge in our hands
To the Imago Dei
We've gained more in sharing, then keeping what's lost