Lakarna:
Her inspiration is boundless!
She stands in eloquence in the sky,
Her phases do not phase me,
For I have no favourite I can choose.
Moving the tides with her force,
But that's not all that she can do,
Oh Lakarna you are that angel,
That comes to me when needed most.
Know as Nanna to the Sumerians,
Selene to the Greeks, Diana to the Romans,
With flakes of silver, you shine above,
Strength of Gods, you have their love.
My name for you I say is Lakarna,
For I too am your lunatic,
New or full, I'm totally sick,
Your beautiful reflection in the Sun.
You fill my eyes you glorious one,
Today they say is all yours,
In your fullness, they watch for you,
So enjoy the love in which you're due.
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(written on a full moon)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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