Votarice Mother moon
Silvered in dark mourning
Shadow changing ever soon
As both request and warning
Brother sun never learning
From a crime and eternal chase
Her light is his burning
The wounds upon her face
If Phoebe’s tears are dreams
All salt and cold and ash
Dust away what seems
In thunderous passions clash
Reveal bright eyes form the cowl
My love of sky, night and star
And for your glory I will howl
And would gladly bear your scar
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