Day and Night

Form: Ballad

She wanes into the age of Crone
The young god holds her closer now
From the shadows of crescent light
As in darkness she takes her bow

And he rises the god of sun
Until she shines in waxing grace
And he fades into distant night
As he must die to see her face

©JG Farmer 2019

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