At the sound of a distant sparrow,
I arose from a sound sleep,
In the Moonlight that bathed the Woods outside,
I heard a cur weep.
With shivering limbs and sweaty brow,
I looked at the Great Oak Tree,
I looked at the Moon seated between the branches,
She most certainly was spying on me.
Full she was this night,
And oh so Bright!
Her light struck my eyes,
Stinging with full might.
Of you she reminded me of,
Of how we used to play in these very woods and lands,
And that wretched night when you were snatched away from me,
By god’s own hands.
A tear silver, rolled down my eyes,
And my mind drifted away.
So deep was I lost in my thoughts of you,
That I couldn’t hear the lock crack open, or the door sway.
But the footsteps that followed,
They shattered the musings of mine,
And even before I could turn or cry,
The Blade was dug into my spine.
My soul, as white as the Moon that watched from the trees,
Rose from the spouts of blood that now grew bigger,
Rising above the bed and the roof,
I spotted rushing away, a Black Figure.
You descended from the heavens above,
To join me in my rise, You were glowing bright as a dove.
Our spirits con-joined, and I whispered,
“I’ve missed you my love.”
We danced together,
As free as the wind that blows,
The Clouds, The Air, and The Fire did come,
To witness this amazing Union occurring very close.
As we rose into the Blood Red Sky hand in hand,
You leaned in saying, “What made you join me so soon?”
I looked back, and with a heavy heart answered,
“Ask the Moon”