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.
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Mystic glow
Of moon and eye...
None shall know,
And none shall pry.
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Silent dance
To ancient song,
Starlight trance
To right the wrong.
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*
Nightdancer! Nightdancer!
Blood's pulse and beat
Was borne of Lunisra's
Ethereal feet.
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