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While the moon…
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While the red moon started waxing
I was laying on thy bed;
Shadows of the night were dancing
Round the candles by your bed.
And as time was passing slowly
Weariness grew in my head.
In his arms I yielded wholly-
Morpheus, was called the the led.
“Child, he said, your eyes are mortal
But thy mind can see forever.
Be aware of what will happen,”
And he opened up a portal.
Frenting folk were fiery dancing…
Witches, wizards wily hexing…
Tragic jesters jolly joking…
At the zenith he was passing
Everyone than stopped from dancing
Stopped from joking and stopped hexing.
He came nearer, he came nearer
In his eyes there was my mirror.
In the mirror of his eyes
On a bed of velvet red
There the maiden naked lays-
In her dream away she flies –
Cold his breath touches her sweet.
“Beauty, woman, is thy name!
Thou shall be and live forever,
In my garden be my briar!
Mortal being-you’re my fire!”
Eyes of copper, words of gold,
Ravings of a raven’s heart -
He, the prince, he wrung my heart
While the red moon started waining
I was resting in thy bed;
There were no more shadows dancing
Round the candles by your bed…
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