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La Lune


Hush, shush

Open your eyes

The sun is setting

And it is time for us to rise

Pale moonlight upon a slender wrist

The call of something more

A hymn whispered softly in your ear

Lyrics lost as lore

Fear not the silken night

As it beckons you near

The swirling shadows are your friend

There is nothing to be afraid of here

Her lips pull upwards in a smile

Our majesty La Lune

Midnight drawing ever closer

Gently rises the moon

I dedicate these words

Soft spoken in the dark

To the moon that rises every night

And to those who find peace in the stars

To girls immortal and free

To all that is wild and raw

To all left behind and forgotten

To those crushed by law

La Lune, the eternal huntress

And mother of the shadows

A kind word and soft caress

The evening’s black rose

Fear not the velvet wrappings

Dark as black can be

Instead listen to the song

Sung gently through the trees

Listen to the secrets

Spoken on the wind

And rituals performed in shadow

Hark at the power within

Watch how as the lights go out

All worth knowing is revealed

And as the world shuts away

The darkness does not yield

To those who shirk the given path

She opens up her arms

La Lune our protector

No cause now for alarm

Dance beneath the twinkling stars

And revel in the moon

Swim in lakes and streams painted black

And you will be home soon

Girls with skin like ivory

Awash in pale strings of pearls

Graceful like drifting feathers

Sending up sparks with their twirls

Do you hear the whisper

In the dark and all alone?

Can you hear the maiden calling

For you to return home?

Free yourself of form

Girls immortal and wild

Free and feral in the night

A hint of teeth in every smile

The wolves too sing to her

And you feel her in your blood

Red stains upon the earth

Mixing with the mud

Fear not the comfort of her gaze

And let your eyes go wide

For the cruel sun has set

And it is our turn to rise

Hush, shush

The hour has come

Feel the rhythms in your bones

And let yourself succumb

 

 

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