I trouble the moonlight,
“Come, shadow me a spell.
In thy gray light,
It may be that I shall see her.”
A shimmer of luminescence, I know,
As long ago's go.
Patrolling the Earth...
Still, I wonder:
Clothed in the pallor
Thy albedo accords,
Who is the haunt,
With this spectre,
A ghost?
-antaresrichard-
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