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Runes for a Celtic Princess
By William J. Wilson

If I told the Moon, she would tell you
for you are her daughter still and your
two secrets are one fire. Earth would
betray it with blossoming. Her waters
would babble it to the stones or Night's
ravens carry it past the stars. This:
the dagger in your hand is a moonbeam,
the fire in your breast a glade of moonlight.
A flute begins, then dancing.

© William J. Wilson
About: William J. Wilson

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