Lady Of The Lake

The moon emits a radiant glow
On a cold winters night
Shaded by the mist
The landscape is quiet in the night

The howling of the wolves
As they call up to the moon
The sounds of a distance voice
As the lady of the lake appears

The children of the night
All come out to greet her
On the blackest of nights

She sinks into the lake in the darkness of night
As the crescent moon rises and sleeps
A gentle slumber upon the evening tide

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