Moyra
On swiftly silent feet it came
It's gentle whisper called my name
In the shadows it boldly hid
It's hungry call I tried to rid
From my haunted mind.
I tried to ignore it's seductive voice,
It tried to say I had no choice.
I tried to force my ears to close
I would not let it sway the path I chose.
The voice it grew stronger.
It haunted me both day and night
I found I did not want to fight
I wanted to give in to it's seductive call
And yet I did not wish to fall
Into the darkness from which it came.
It's hunger stirred longing in my heart
It worked on me it's skillful art
I found I no longer wanted to fight
I wanted to give into this gentle night.
And yet I was not free.
Oh, what a torment this
How I longed for its gentle kiss
I know now what the whisper was
And the hunger of it's cause
Love came calling me...
-- Moyra
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