Spirits move and writhe here
This night of the full moon
Cold orb dark in eclipse
It's over far too soon
Dancing in the ruins
Chilling all my senses
As I am enamored
Lost within their presence
The wispy phantasms
Disappear with the light
When the eclipse is done
And all becomes so bright
19 January 2014
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