Junior is distracted, he paces late at nightUnable to sleep soundly, restless in moonlightHe recalls Mysta often; violence stole her awayA car bomb meant for Tracy destroyed happiness that day.Time heals wounds, the saying goes, but Junior’s not so sureSome sadness never goes away, some wounds are beyond cure.He sees her in their daughter, his treasure, HoneymoonYet the recent public sightings must be addressed and soon.What if she survived the blast? So different from frail EarthlingsRumors of her fighting crime, eyewitnesses to such things.Shared his frustration with the Chief, who offered no fresh clueBounced it off of Tracy, who knew not what to do.Space Coupe journey to the Moon merely raised new questionsA reminder of their ignorance and limited perceptions.Just today a new report of justice dealt with lighteningThe dazed thug when he came around declared her skills most frightening.Described her horns, her gloves and boots, hair flowing down her backShe stopped him in a smash and grab, his favorite attack.Prone upon the sidewalk, twitching like he’d been “tazed”Watched her help his victim who rose up most amazed.From the spot where she’s been sprawled, knocked to the concreteThanking the masked woman, celebrating the thief’s defeat.Another crime was thwarted, rumors began to spreadWhispers that Mysta of the Moon walked the earth and was not dead.
Junior is distracted, he paces late at nightUnable to sleep soundly, restless in moonlightHe recalls Mysta often; violence stole her awayA car bomb meant for Tracy destroyed happiness that day.Time heals wounds, the saying goes, but Junior’s not so sureSome sadness never goes away, some wounds are beyond cure.He sees her in their daughter, his treasure, HoneymoonYet the recent public sightings must be addressed and soon.What if she survived the blast? So different from frail EarthlingsRumors of her fighting crime, eyewitnesses to such things.Shared his frustration with the Chief, who offered no fresh clueBounced it off of Tracy, who knew not what to do.Space Coupe journey to the Moon merely raised new questionsA reminder of their ignorance and limited perceptions.Just today a new report of justice dealt with lighteningThe dazed thug when he came around declared her skills most frightening.Described her horns, her gloves and boots, hair flowing down her backShe stopped him in a smash and grab, his favorite attack.Prone upon the sidewalk, twitching like he’d been “tazed”Watched her help his victim who rose up most amazed.From the spot where she’s been sprawled, knocked to the concreteThanking the masked woman, celebrating the thief’s defeat.Another crime was thwarted, rumors began to spreadWhispers that Mysta of the Moon walked the earth and was not dead.