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The Haunting of the Moon
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
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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