By B.K.
Date: 2005 Jan 11
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New Moon Muse

Oh moonless plight
Deep velvet darkness
Of ancient unquiet
Deep foggy moors
With narrow cliff paths
Restless soul shadows
Behind heavy carved masks
Sing their horrors
Into this dusky black light
Darlin take my hand
Pull me out of this dream quicksand
Be with me on this moonless night
If I don't stop watching Wuthering Heights
I might start writhing in Bronte delight