What says Ambar?

The ugliest story of mine.

Does Ambar even wanna hear?

The days of my decline. 

He dares not share. 

Outwardly lovely and free,

what of the skeletons inside?

Does Ambar even wanna see?

What says he 'bout that ride? 

Scars Ambar sees, on the moon. 

Yet, awed by all its poor light. 

What of it, in the sunny afternoon?

What says he of moon's other side?

-Chandra Ambar