Lion's Eclipse

James Long
Aug 3, 2022
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Her eyes were twin moons,

Sharp as sickles

Made for hope

And her face was the autumnal night.

She gave names to the sorrows

Forgotten by men

Sewed the morrow in daydreams delight.

And at night she wept tears that would ripple her scars

Soothed the dead she held under her skin

Let them drown me, she said

As she prayed for the dawn

I am whole only before I begin

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