In the whispers of the wind’s soft sigh, Where shadows dance ‘neath the moonlit sky, A circle gathers, secrets veiled, In rustic guise, our truths assailed. With laughter’s jest and songs that rhyme, We hide behind the mask of time. But in the depths of our charade, A silent plea, a soul betrayed. Within the riddle of our words, A longing heart, like fleeting birds. Yearning for a truth revealed, In the dance of secrets, tightly sealed. So let us pause, and dare to see, Beyond the veil of mystery. For in the depths of our disguise, Lies the truth behind our eyes.
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When the clouds press close, and shadows stay, Know that the sun still hides in play. This weight you carry is not forever, And even the darkest ties can sever. Lean on me, if the journey is long, Together we’ll hum a quiet song.
Sing of the Lady of the Night Who treads on sacred, silvered ground, Sways daintily to silent sound, Adorns the sky with silver light, And lingers with the Shades. She is the Goddess of the Dawn, Twinkle of kindness in his eye, The beauty of the midnight sky, Sister to those who dance and mourn, Her love a light that never fades. She is the Mother of us all. Stand still beneath Her watchful gaze; Her light sings of unuttered praise. Sweet Love before the tragic fall— Her endless mercy all pervades. And we emerge from 'neath her spell, As golden light spills 'cross the land, Across the page, over the hand That writes these words, this tale to tell: Her strength endures, and fear abates. The warmth, the joy, the leaping heart That follows as the new day breaks, As softly, hope once more awakes. Despair and doubt now fall apart; There is healing in the Shades.
