The wicked moons arms danced with me
Spindly
Over the enchanted river bellow
Even quiet were the sprits of the gallow
I rippled a top waters
In a graceful saunter
As the wicked moon turned to kindest day
The morning lark whistled away
Dreamily I lurked,when a thought began
Wandering when the dancing moon will be back again
- Authors: mackenzie_372
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- Finished: May 12th, 2017 23:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Category: Nature
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