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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Moon Child “Come to me, child of the moon…” the Night Wind cried and sighed and would not be denied. Moon Child stood very still, unyielding, alone on a stalwart mesa where sand scoured the soul. “I cannot, for I do not live…” called Moon Child to the restless wind that blew her skirt. “If you speak, you live, my child…” Wind whirled round Moon Child in dusty desperation. “I breath, but do not live…” said the pale fragment of flesh, standing still as death. Wind played its tune upon her cheek, crescendos vivid, but it stirred nothing in the heart of Maiden Moon Child. All the long day Wind argued, cajoled and teased, taunted and whispered secrets long unheard. But Moon Child would not be moved. Her silence echoed from the mesa and reverberated off canyon walls. At last Moon Child spoke her story: “I loved and loved well, with all the being within me, I loved. He took my love and ground it into the soil, spat on it and destroyed its lovely essence with his callous hate.” “Forever more shall I stand here, guardian of the hearts of women who give of themselves to unworthy monsters whose fists flail and whose tongues cut the throats of she who faithfully stands by in innocent waiting.” And thus the Maiden stands yet, upon the Mesa of the Moon, ever alert to hearts that cry with sour rejection and are bereft of hope.
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