* Clair de Lune*

An oval moonstone set in piercing steel,

its opal fire brightly blazing.

Two light green eyes attracted by his will,

his hand is beckoning, his visor he's a-raising.



As night is falling, birds prepare to sleep,

the sun into the night gondola's sinking.

The moon comes out - company to keep

two strangers in the night whose fates are linking.



The battle-weary eyes drink hooded figure's grace.

He winks, her cheeks warm up demurely blushing.

She wants to flee, she's nude under his gaze

and tugs her hood down as her face is flushing.



In silver moonlight, shadows grow deep

and stars light up the child of His creation.

A stallion and a mare nuzzle in their sleep,

all nature sighs in silver celebration.


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