In the velvet darkness of the night.

Purplerays

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In the velvet darkness of the night ,
shines the sliver lady bright ,
her light touches ; meadow and tree ,
mountain top and shady lea ,
the farmhouse’s stately thatch ,
the cobble stones , the window latch .

The silvery light moves on so soft ,
twinkling her way o’er brook and croft .
Frosty boughs and crisp fallen leaves ,
the stone and quartz beneath the eaves .
Her light falls tenderly upon the bed
Caressing gently a sleepy head .

The darkest shadows deepen still,
in the old oak wood upon the hill ,
Where deer meet in a moon – beamed glade .
And a vixen stirs within the shade .
On Glimmering wings a Barn Owl flies
Wing’ed death in ghostly skies

Snowy swans upon the black lake
create chrome ripples in their wake .
A shimmering mist lays like a veil

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By GrannyMoon Posted in Pagan

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