Argent Requests

Moon
bring me
forethought
shining spears
a silver dagger
to carve the ice.

Moon give me wisdom
penstemon petals
a crystal teardrop
to cleanse the dark.

Moon grant me courage
leaping stags
a leathered soul
to bear the storm.

Moon fuel my will
translucent kisses
a soaring heart
to feed the flames.

Moon, I thirst for peace
yet offer strife
atop your altar
in lieu of love.

Moon, I bring you blood
'pon oaken shields
in the name of truce.
This is my way.
This is...
my way.
My
way.


©LJ Grandstaff April 1999

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