Lady Luna

I wrote this piece years ago for a short novel that I was writing for a contest. This novel is the springboard for a larger scale epic that I have been attempting to write, although it is slow going. The shorter novel was filled with lyrical poetry, however, and I will attempt to merge the two works at some point in time.

When the night creeps upon us;

When the moon rises high,

And the stars hang in the sky,

We shall not fear the black of eve,

For the moon shall be our guide.

She guides us through the blackest night,

And she makes our spirits light.

Though utter darkness steals the day,

Her silver beams will light our way.

Gentle maiden, virgin chaste

No evil shall one find in you

Noble, holy, full of grace

In meekness are you garbed

Goddess pure in frosty night

Will you grace us with the sight

Of your lovely, mirthful face,

And your tender, warm embrace?