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Dancing like witches under moonlight

This moot of wise minds


waiting whilst watching

Summer turning to Autumn before us


as minstrals play and sing

of Death and the Maiden

we live in the realm of dreams 

too long beside the ocean free

find me there in darkest night

seek in my arms greater truths that should not be

breath eternity by fire lights charms

sparks that rise like Phoenix that soars

into a night that one adores