Homicidalheathen Posted August 21, 2008 Report Share Posted August 21, 2008 Mother Moon. She, Smiling... Like a proud, yet worrisome mother... Of the world. I look at you... Tonight with your ring of silver... and think of him far away. And you, mother look at the same moon Maiden Crone. And wonder, Where I am? this late summers eve Soon I will be ready, to let go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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