Moon Mist

as She soars deeper into mystery,
Her secrets linger,
clinging to the shadows.

Her silver ambrosia fills this cauldron of night,
and we weave spells
wrought with desire,
waiting
desperately,
for the magic to return.

but,
She slips
softly across the sky,
leaving us
lusting for miracles
and love.

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