Moon
Ray Blade
Ælfhild Wiklund
Sharp, the rays of moonlight
Piercing through the trees
Slicing every shadow
That wavered on the breeze,
Stark, the night on snow
Sparring elements purity
Bound by cold and eldritch
glow
An entrancing edge for those
that see,
Dark, of night shadows
enfold
All that comes, that may not
go
Matched by biting numbing
cold
Both born of the nameless
void
That which came before
That which inherits the end
That which is left when no
energy's glare
Sparks to give life a chance
to fend
Against the elements of the
lair
Twins of dark and cold
So sharp, so fair,
Against the backdrop
Of cold's crystalline watery
yield
Reflecting, sparkling in the
light
Across the slumbering field,
The blade of moon light
Carves the shadow's edge
Sharp against the white
Where rainbow dust will
hedge
Against the freezing of the
soul
Sparks, awareness in the
night
An awing sense of webs whole
That bind the elements of
void
With the elements of life
A peaceful balance on the
edge
Of the Moon Ray Bladed
knife.
One or infinity
The Moon Ray Blade
Light born to shadow fence
Moon cast, snow made.
For the first hour of the
first day
Of twelve spins of Earth
Round winter solstice stray
Twelve days of joy and
mirth.
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