blue-black song of wolfmoon
queen of the dark fields
dew of night
in elegant grace terpsichore prowls,
calling
the twilight
through cavernous deepnight
to ocean of dawn
with a low chilly howl...
© Copyright 2002 Laleesh
her waxing crescent
from
grasp of night
la luna slipping;
dainty satin
slipper
dipping,
tipping
the horizon.
© Copyright 2002 Laleesh
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