Between the Shadows
The Newsletter from the Coven of the Twilight Moon

Son of Lir

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by Mariana

Over waves he rides
My lover from the sea
Bold and brawny
Flowing tresses blowing on salt breeze
Playful, tempestuous, trickster
Holds keys to gates of worlds unknown
He may open them to me
Or keep them as his own
Midnight at the Crossroads
Hidden by the mist
Clad in naught but starlight
Ecstasy his kiss
Moaning passion building burning
Mead of wetness, dew soaked thighs
Riding into sweet oblivion
Riding through the swirling skies
When glowing dawn arrives
We part but for the day
He to ride the ocean waves
And I to the mundane
Yet when the dark descends
And I go to my bed
A knowing smile plies my lips
My love for me shall send
And as I lie in sleep
Our sacred tryst I’ll keep.


Mariana, Copyright September 19, 2004
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