Mysta’s dreamed so long of this, her child by her sideHer injuries so grim and grave that all assumed she’d died.Yet there was much that none could know, she herself unclear,On how she came to be reborn bereft of all held dear.Only memories of family kept Mysta from despairLonging for the daughter, so innocent and fair.She took to fighting criminal thugs, loving Honeymoon from afarLong possessing grievous wounds, nearly dying in that car.How she longed to hold her, tell her, “Mom’s so very proud;”To shout it from the rooftops, sing it strong and fierce and loud.She wished to share her story, yet emotions were conflictedWas Mysta long forgotten, having been for years restricted?Sometimes while in the laboratory, when challenges owned the day,Aloud she recalled, “I was Moon Maid,” the doctor heard her say.“Surrounded by my loved ones, those I held most dear,Tracy dozed upon the couch; there was nothing I did fear.For Tracy loves his work and kin, he’d give up his own life,For family or stranger, for citizen or wife.All happiness and blessings were stolen that sad dayAnd only by a miracle am I able to sayI could no longer live a lie, knowing loved ones thought me dead,Too many tears, hopes, dreams and fears, love for daughter left unsaid.It felt so right, that moonlit night, I destroyed the lying stone.A weight was lifted, immense burden shifted, the fire inside me shone.I face my darling daughter, cursing this wicked EarthThe violent, corrupt and murderous who forced arduous rebirth.”
Mysta’s dreamed so long of this, her child by her sideHer injuries so grim and grave that all assumed she’d died.Yet there was much that none could know, she herself unclear,On how she came to be reborn bereft of all held dear.Only memories of family kept Mysta from despairLonging for the daughter, so innocent and fair.She took to fighting criminal thugs, loving Honeymoon from afarLong possessing grievous wounds, nearly dying in that car.How she longed to hold her, tell her, “Mom’s so very proud;”To shout it from the rooftops, sing it strong and fierce and loud.She wished to share her story, yet emotions were conflictedWas Mysta long forgotten, having been for years restricted?Sometimes while in the laboratory, when challenges owned the day,Aloud she recalled, “I was Moon Maid,” the doctor heard her say.“Surrounded by my loved ones, those I held most dear,Tracy dozed upon the couch; there was nothing I did fear.For Tracy loves his work and kin, he’d give up his own life,For family or stranger, for citizen or wife.All happiness and blessings were stolen that sad dayAnd only by a miracle am I able to sayI could no longer live a lie, knowing loved ones thought me dead,Too many tears, hopes, dreams and fears, love for daughter left unsaid.It felt so right, that moonlit night, I destroyed the lying stone.A weight was lifted, immense burden shifted, the fire inside me shone.I face my darling daughter, cursing this wicked EarthThe violent, corrupt and murderous who forced arduous rebirth.”