WEREWOLVES — PROBABLY

I Ate the Moon

Late Night Sacrificial Ritual of Surrender

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The Moon gave Herself to me again —
Tonight —
in all Her glory.

I basked as I bathed
in the bright of Her Light
as She wove tales of Her many phases.

Words fell like tired
Tulips spent cautiously to
the ground in search of notice.

Was I lost in Her magnetic fields of
Evergreen
or was it the soft amber of Her story?

Whatever the spell she cast upon me
Deeply
Did it find true intent with purpose —

As I set forth to bid my Worship She
Suddenly
Pressed her lips to my ear and spoke:

Do you wish to dance with me tonight? Can I ease your woes and make everything alright? Will you walk in whatever Light I have, less than the Sun, but always Bright for you?

If Memory fails to succumb to
Dark
Skies, I best recall replying in trembling bravery: