A Hunting Moon

A Poem

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a hunting moon —
they called it like it was,
that bitter pill all too unknown

a hunting moon —
they drank it down
till all it knew was sanctuary ends

a hunting moon —
the wolves drew fast
and beckoned every call

a hunting moon —
the goddesses never knew it well,
but they tried their best to understand

a hunting moon —
oh, tell me, witches near,
what do you think of it now?

a hunting moon —
bitter blue and sorrowful,
asking so much to be believed

a hunting moon —
the oath-keepers thought they knew,
but they stood to their warrior beds

a hunting moon —
take it as a call to arms,
and strike fast against the barren snow

a hunting moon —
falter if you must,
but don’t take the bitter drugs