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Prayer of the moon
The mist of morning
Deepens the haunting of the pale moon.
Glistening, whispering of decay.
The oceans rise higher as to obey.
A single word almost as in a dream
A single phrase so soft yet feels like a scream.
Tenebrae!
The gruesome theme.
It lingers in my heart eternally
Tenebrae amica mihi.
Be the darkness my love, for me.
Deepens the haunting of the pale moon.
Glistening, whispering of decay.
The oceans rise higher as to obey.
A single word almost as in a dream
A single phrase so soft yet feels like a scream.
Tenebrae!
The gruesome theme.
It lingers in my heart eternally
Tenebrae amica mihi.
Be the darkness my love, for me.
Published 16th Jul 2015
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