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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Haunting of the Moon She comes when the Moon is heavy With wishes from many a maid Who with passionate longing, Their dreams upon it laid She comes when night is warmest In the time of the southern winds That bring the moaning cries Of maidens who meet sad ends Her long dark tresses flowing Along a figure fair and sweet In creamy lace of night dresses She haunts here and hopes to meet Her lover,ever vacant, ever empty,never there Alone she walks this road and mourns This gnawing pain too strong t’bare Theirs was a true love story Begun in the naïveté of youth They were to meet and marry But then the bitter truth The man said her lover was taken A wife and children at home For you see this deceiver Had a love for her his own With trust born of the young She believed his sordid tale And when refused his grotesque offer Round her neck his big hands fell And alas the gallant lover! Comes riding and he's too late For his dark haired beauty Had already met her fate Then the man in the Moon whispered, “Young man,Bring the lass to me… For I have many wishes One just for you maybe” The lover looked in confusion but how can this be so? Moon-man, You are so high and we are so very low. Across the sea he noticed just then his answer there The moon was reflected in grandeur On black waters bright and fair So into the cold sea he went With his love in his strong arms Toward the ever deceitful Moon He walked to meet the dawn. My story truly happened thus Of that I can attest For I'm the vengeful maiden Haunting the Moon from death
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