Ashen Prophecy
Legend has foretold,
The hazy illumination...of a silver harvest-moon,
Shall give rise...to the sprouting of the chosen one.
Harvested in a magical field,
In an enchanted hollow:
The breeze whispers the eerie oracle of the witch.
And within its pallid body,
Dwells the seeds of everlasting life.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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