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Spirits of the Night In swirling clouds of silver lace The disk of Luna lies concealed Across the Autumn skies they race Over this shadow realm surreal. On evening shadows now, I gaze A gentle wind swirls through the trees From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed Thin branches stirring in the breeze. Lights flickering neath mystic skies Through gaps in trees, they shine within Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised This spectral beauty in the wind. In these dark shadows, spirits drift Translucent ghosts and dryads old From this meadow, I sense their gift Strange stories from the wood untold. Oh let me join thy sylvan fest Pale spirits of this Solstice night Before the Moon sets in the west We'll revel neath her misty light.[color=]Spirits of the Night In swirling clouds of silver lace The disk of Luna lies concealed Across the Autumn skies they race Over this shadow realm surreal. On evening shadows now, I gaze A gentle wind swirls through the trees From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed Thin branches stirring in the breeze. Lights flickering neath mystic skies Through gaps in trees, they shine within Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised This spectral beauty in the wind. In these dark shadows, spirits drift Translucent ghosts and dryads old From this meadow, I sense their gift Strange stories from the wood untold. Oh let me join thy sylvan fest Pale spirits of this Solstice night Before the Moon sets in the west We'll revel neath her misty light.[/color]Spirits of the Night In swirling clouds of silver lace The disk of Luna lies concealed Across the Autumn skies they race Over this shadow realm surreal. On evening shadows now, I gaze A gentle wind swirls through the trees From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed Thin branches stirring in the breeze. Lights flickering neath mystic skies Through gaps in trees, they shine within Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised This spectral beauty in the wind. In these dark shadows, spirits drift Translucent ghosts and dryads old From this meadow, I sense their gift Strange stories from the wood untold. Oh let me join thy sylvan fest Pale spirits of this Solstice night Before the Moon sets in the west We'll revel neath her misty light. 1 Like |
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