Silver chords strummed and moonlight waxing
Sound of Her Song deep and relaxing
Heart yearning for the touch of Her rays
Renewing the hope of better days

At Her peak voluptuous and full
Held by Her power, drawn by her pull
She’s crowned by her argent halo ring
Beneath Her the faerie voices sing

Even as Her Light begins to wane
Blessed by Her sacred feminine mane
Eternally I will serve Her Light
Grateful for Her gift of inspired sight


About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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5 Responses to XVIII. Moon

  1. lifecameos says:

    A lovely reverent view of the moon.

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  2. The moon is always such a great Muse…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. sam1128 says:

    Reblogged this on Converging Lives and commented:
    Lovely piece of verse.

    Liked by 1 person

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