Photo Source: Unsplash Silver as the Moon     She stands now, Fit prize for any hero, Who would seek to win her? She stands tall amid the ruins, Does not stoop to tend the victims, Does not even seem to see them. Silver as a statue, and silent as the moon, It is meet that she should mate again And attempt to atone. Proud as any princess And regal as a queen, Who would tame this wolfish heart And lay her in love-longing Amid the ashes of his hearth; Who has strength to shield her from The eyes...