Poem: "Black Moon"

"New Moon"
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Black Moon

By: Eve Estelle

Harken! Pay heed to the signs!

Beware the ways on this reticent night,

For they're suppressed 'neath a tenebrous cloak;

Mind the warnings of the nocturnal beasts -

The owl who hoots from upon its branch,

Whose vision can pierce the stygian veil,

And who observes the runaway blackbird

As it flees on a tattered sail.

Down in the distant vale, can you hear it?

Lying low beneath the spreading shadow,

Whose hands this night reach far and wide -

Passing hours with the clattering of bones

And snake-eye betting,

Clinking earthen steins of gentle spirits

In the setting of a traveler's inn;

Drinks drawn from the barrels of tolerance,

These are wolves come out to hunt.