| Moonspiral
A sorrow sits upon a mossy stone wall,
Watching the lost soul searching,
Wandering the labyrinthine corridors,
Retracing steps, footsteps quickening,
Panic rising, lost in a moonspiral,
Caught up in a maze.
Sadness watches a cold reflection,
Looking down upon a stone city, staring up at the sky.
The dead place of lures,
Traps set up in the wanderer's mind.
Follow the curved stone,
Brave the dark space.
Fear sits heavily, just overhead,
There was a way in, there must be a way out.
There are corridors that go nowhere,
And shadows that follow the wind,
Dark tunnels are waiting,
As clouds of black descend.
Determination lays it's healing hand upon the
searching soul,
A gentle push to keep the spirit lit,
A gentle voice whispers, "Don't give up."
The soul takes the offering, the energy providing
banquet,
Spiritual sustenance, a heady wine,
A satiated soul, a refreshed spirit, a renewed will.
Moonstorm
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