Prayers to the Muse - Pagan Poetry Forum
Prudence
There was no circle cast
No corners called
No gods invoked
There was but a small voice
Crying out into the darkness
The moon rode high in the star pierced sky
As she listlessly sat by the fire
She was one with the land
As she drew in the sand
The face of her heart’s true desire
The crickets were crooning a lullaby
As the waves gently swallowed the shore
She was shrouded in light
On that dark, fateful night
Should the sun opt to shine nevermore
Nicole Young
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