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FULL MOON

Buried alive
The Unicorn walks the earth
From its tender side.
There the grass is heavy-hearted.

Pale he throws himself at the moon.
He falls off from weariness,
So he weeps and shrieks
And sings low at midnight
When ancient women
Hate the moon.

Three mortal days of the unicorn
When his prison is a women’s dying grief.

 

 

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Red World
Blood At The Threshold
Blood Red And Black
Nightly Sound

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Golden Swan
Swan Trail
Full Moon
Unicorn
Armour For The Unicorns

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