The last

The moon
Covers me
In robes of silver
A whisper of wind
Lifts a prayer
On high
Goddess Blessed
An ancient circle
Standing stones
Stand together
Stand alone
Soft tendrils of green
Anchor me to earth
Diamond drops of dew
Glisten new formed upon my throat
The flames of passion
Fanned to heat the blood
The wheels turns
And returns
I have walked this path before
My feet ache from the journey
My head spins with lessons still not learnt
My hands scream from the agony of holding on to fast
This time
This time
This time will be the last

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