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Blood Red Moon
Standing at,
The water's edge.
I speak my words,
Recite my pledge.
Make my mark,
Here in the sand.
With stone and candle,
Rod and hand.
The full moon rise,
Is over head.
It's radiant beauty,
Now blood red.
Water beads
Upon my brow.
My words are but
A whisper now.
The airy breeze,
It blows so soft.
And lifts the flames
That dance, aloft.
Knelt here on,
This starry night.
Work magic charms,
By fire light.
The one I call,
Will be here soon.
Under the light,
Of the blood red moon.
© KarenWood
The water's edge.
I speak my words,
Recite my pledge.
Make my mark,
Here in the sand.
With stone and candle,
Rod and hand.
The full moon rise,
Is over head.
It's radiant beauty,
Now blood red.
Water beads
Upon my brow.
My words are but
A whisper now.
The airy breeze,
It blows so soft.
And lifts the flames
That dance, aloft.
Knelt here on,
This starry night.
Work magic charms,
By fire light.
The one I call,
Will be here soon.
Under the light,
Of the blood red moon.
© KarenWood
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