Tree of Night

Form: Magic 9

In the silver vagueness of the moonlight
The willow weeps ghostly tears
To the dark skies of the night
When starshine can’t be seen
He green leaves now a silver sight
Stirring sadly amid the unknown
Tis a vision that gives me a fright
As I walk by the stream with my fears
But in the moonlight we both find our might


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