Oh Moon, your skin reflects the borrowed light
of devastating Sun that tries to burn
all that is sacred, to dispel my song -
instead it gives eternity of night.
Oh fairy of all lovers, when I sleep
why do you bring new wishes, give a chance
to sense, to love, a want to live, to dance.
Why grant the wishes that I cannot keep?
Life is a stark delusion, days compressed
into a sordid horror, growing cyst.
All rules are broken, cut, do not exist.
I am alone, denied and dispossessed.
But still I seek new life, immortal Moon:
would you forgive my desperate desires
and see me in the final dance with fires,
while you will whistle your enchanting tune.
Moon Chant
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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