A poem about my full moon walks and visions
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Under the moon's pale, dimming light
I walked, lips curling in delight
In silver shadows of the night
I saw no horror, felt no fright
I looked for victims, not a fight
Until I came into moonlight
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It whispered from the peaks of fright
So silent to my blackened plight
And in my mind was no light
There was, forever, just the Blight
I stood, I nursed my butchered pride
I could not leave, I would not fight
In pain, catharsis and delight
I froze in awe of cosmic might
We were all wrong, and IT was right
It was, i wasn't , in the night
I could not flee the sacred site
I stood there, frozen in moonlight
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