The Pen Is My Sword, The Words The Battlefield, The Ink The Wound.... ~Raven
Friday, December 21, 2012
Luna
I look towards the moon this night And I wonder what it is that makes My heart want to seek beyond all That I am, all that I will be.... I hear the wolf cry out to Luna A lonely cry desperate to find The mate once lost somewhere In the sands of time.... I see the faeries dance in the glow Of the Full Moon's light, Fae dust making a trail Through dark to light my way.... I seek out the stars, my guides, There stands my Orion, Strong and sure, ready and Able to guide me through time... I feel the gentlest of breezes Touch my skin, and sigh For in that feeling, something I long for is now fulfilled... I look towards Mother Moon And I ask her what is my fate, What is it that I am meant to do And she just smiles mysteriously at me... I look towards the full bright moon And I think of what She has planned For me, and I know that whatever it is, It will be magick born of the full moon.... ~Raven
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