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He kneeled in the clearing between the dark washing boughs
and started a chant full of longing, wishing, wanting, hurting, needing, caring
he strained to issue the sounds he wanted
at the moon, hoping that the silver goddess of the sky
would descend upon the clearing and touch his brow.
He did this every night for 19 years and it always ended with him
hoarse, trembling and fallen upon the ground
the cold ground he woke, seeing he had dug a hole each night with his
yelling, railing, cursing the sky that bound his
grey mornings and yearnings unfelt.
It would rain upon the clearing, filling his ever deeper hole,
Muddy water he drank and with dirty water he washed
away the sweat that precluded him slumping back
once again sinking
once again collapsed in the amber dawn.
He was almost gone, tired of chanting, tired of trying to sing
to the goddess of the dark moonlight, as she stepped out of the
shadows and looked at him with sea foamed eyes, her countenance
betraying tears, that he had almost given up and relegated himself
into those same shadows of towers crumbled and forgotten.
She brushed the dirt filled tears from his eyes
and touched his shoulders and bade him to rise
This had to be a mirage he thought,
This can't be happening, is it?
He could not help it, he surrendered to her hands
lifting him from the concord he had made out of misery and despair.
She told him of ressurection and moon cast shadows
Of how she had only been freed that night from a horrible prison
and had heard his lamentations singing straight to her ears pressed
against the bards tongue of bars and tradgedies.
She found the courage and strength to shatter the jail cell walls and
speed to him, to tell him she wanted him to stand and she
would surround him with the lights of a thousand moons
and see him safely stand and walk forth again,
among the demons that surrounded the glade,
whose malicious hate and seductive malignancies
that kept him in the clearing of nights forest.
She strode with him, giving him her moonlight sword,
to send the demons howling, wounded and slain, back to the outer hells.
He had fallen and risen anew.
His moon goddess.
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