Chorus Mysticus:
New Moon Offering
Dark this night of sable rich and deep
Breathes a quiet breeze upon chill air
Far away they dance and die and weep
Are born and laugh and learn to walk where
Millions walked and fell and turned to soil
Doomed entombed after a life of toil
No one dances no one is born here
No one laughs and no one here walks now
But for one occasion which most fear
When strangers are moved to dance somehow
Silently they dance as turns the wheel
Silently the turning earth they feel
Hooded in the shadows now they face
Each other across the turning ring
Midnight wheels majestic in the grace
Of ancient rite like a living thing
In the new moon in the holy place
Where the dead are brought burnt offering
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV Silke LLC
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