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Poetry By: afatrat

The clean, crisp autumn air stirs as you hear a rustle in the night. Footsteps as light as a cat's streak through the undergrowth, the wild scent of the ferns mingling with the scent of living beasts. The moon silently watches over you as you see...

Submitted:Dec 26, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Rising tide
On moonwashed sand,
Footsteps hide
In faithful land.

Shadow clad
In wisps of smoke,
Softly pad
Amongst the oak.

Feline grace
Exposed in dark,
Well known space
That bears her mark.

Mystic glow
Of moon and eye...
None shall know,
And none shall pry.

Silent dance
To ancient song,
Starlight trance
To right the wrong.


Nightdancer! Nightdancer!
Blood's pulse and beat
Was borne of Lunisra's
Ethereal feet.


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