1. On Seeing the New Moon at Sunset
As your cold blades lay over your cloaked back,
A shining arc, a silent battle cry,
Deceptively silent before attack.
How the wintry sky dissolves, pale within
Hazy pastels ascending to night’s hue.
The lovely blue of your eyes meleth nin,
Would I gazed now into those depths of blue.
Would it was your starlight face above mine,
Your bright hair curving down to pin me fast.
Gilt blades, holding me willingly supine
Beneath your night-clad form, safe home at last.
I sigh a benison, ‘return to me’,
I’d not see those blades beaded with ruby.
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