Whipping winds run through her hair

as the birds sing sorrowful songs

of the days long forgotten

but once in a full moon her cries can be heard

on the Irish moors where ruins lay to rest

Will-o’-the-wisps lead wanderers

astray across the tear-soaked greenery towards death

where she stands and waits for the stars to align, and their
spirits to guide her home

across the cracked rock and towards the white capped sea

Zoe Moseler is a first year in the Front Street Writers class. She enjoys writing and speaking out for social justice. She is currently a Junior at Leland Public Schools. 2018