Rising slowly above the resting woods A shining beacon cresting o'er the hill Less faithful is the night and worldly goods Predations friend coming in for her kill
So great your sorcerous spirit at night Can safely only hide in your shadow Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight Places where the quail cry in the meadow
Where all speech is soft, all manners gentle Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads Murmers and chanting all transcendental Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
To safely watch in her shadow is odd Precession of a perihelion god
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Referencing Cynthia, an alternative name for the Greek moon goddess Artemis. I don't know what possessed me to write this.
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoMar 31, 2013
It has a mystic feel to it Yanks,lovely write.
So great your sorcerous spirit at night Can safely only hide in your shadow Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight Places where the quail cry in the meadow
The images I collected through reading this and the feel of it, I as the reader could understand perfectly what inspired you to write this... Good stuff, thank you for sharing ....Jesse
I don't know what called your attention to writing this. Glad it did it held me spell bound
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaMay 6, 2013
Where all speech is soft, all manners gentle Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads Murmers and chanting all transcendental Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
Magical, and i love the moon she calls to the soul so well
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So great your sorcerous spirit at night
Can safely only hide in your shadow
Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight
Places where the quail cry in the meadow
Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads
Murmers and chanting all transcendental
Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
Magical, and i love the moon she calls to the soul so well