The Moon as Prophetess
The prophetess has spoken;
Her decree is boundless light!
In naked stance,
The women dance,
A moonlit glance,
Such fine romance,
Audacious in the night.
The prophetess is loving,
And her gaze is perfect bliss,
Five bodies know,
Her silver glow,
Her lunar flow,
A sacred show,
A paradisic kiss.
The prophetess is moving,
In her ark above the lake,
The women sing,
While worshipping,
The love they bring,
Is ravishing—
Such fervency they slake.
The prophetess is lovely,
And her voice is silken soft,
I hold ye all,
Within my thrall,
My silver shawl,
So fine withal,
I’ll carry ye aloft!
The prophetess is happy,
To announce her future grace;
Aye every night,
Beguile thy sight,
My awesome might,
A sheer delight,
I’ll cheer thy precious face!
🌕
adamdaniel 