It was the moon that spoke to me in a whisper
Her words were soft and mysterious.
It was her silver light showing through the clouds
like and eerie beacon illuminating my path.
One could then two,
clouds obscured my view as I watched her shine despite the obstruction
Within mystery I find my sanctuary,
as through the veil I pass.
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