Confiding In the Crescent Moon
Confiding her deepest secrets in the crescent moon
Is an elderly witch, who does not flinch or swoon.
She is dressed in white, looking like an angel fair.
There is a touch of magic in the cool night air.
The moon feels honored, so he listens carefully.
He is thrilled that she includes him in “blessed be”.
Witches are not bad, he tells the black holes and stars.
She is one of the best, an angel, one from the planet Mars.
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