Blood Moon
Mine
In beating-heart time,
Rising high into glory,
The full moon appears,
And forsaking her silver,
Blushing, dons her sanguine gown.
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- Maid of Astolat
- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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