Night clouds race across the lapis skies like ghost lovers,
Hunting the tattered remnants of old passion.
They are mine, eerie minions.
I am enigma, the phantom Huntress.
My love waxes and wanes.
New moon, Crescent, Gibbous, Full and back again.
I am the Banshee (Bean-sidhe) of the Moon.
Keening and weeping for the incandescent radiance
Of Soul-friends beyond the veiled Shadows.
I love, I pine, I mourn.
Until reborn cleansed and shining.
The pearl bathed in an everlasting Spring
Flowing into the River of Life.
My cool face shines on Love’s Delight.
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