A Prayer-poem to the moon. Taken from the flesh cronickels of the Wereling Bard Loossool. I have taken the name of Werelings for my shape shifters. If this has alredy been taken please do not sue me. I am not werf it realy.
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Moon light; moon bright, how my secret whish hopes you will shine tonight.
Moon light, moon bright, how I hope you will shimmer tonight.
Moon light, moon bright, mantel me in your cold silver light.
Moon light, moon bright, change my form and let me take flight.
Moon light, moon bright, let me show my naked might.
Moon light, moon bright, during the day not a fang or claw in sight.
Moon light, moon bright, silver poison glittering bright.
Moon light, moon bright, let me see the secret stones of spite.
Moon light, moon bright, weretiger burning bright.
Moon light, moon bright, let yours and mine spirit burn bright.
Moon light, moon bright, let me show my naked might.
Moon light, moon bright, let my humanity take flight.
Moon light, moon bright, let me sore as a kite.
Moon light, moon bright, do not forget your knight.
Moon light, moon bright, let me show them my naked might.
Moon light, moon bright, how I remember the cult who worshipped you before the Christians made us take flight.
Moon light, moon bright we who worshiped you with secret rooms and bloody right.
Moon light, moon bright do not forget your knight.
Moon light, moon bright, protect nature in your light.
Moon light, moon bright, let me show them my naked might.
Moon light, moon bright, bring us all back to your naked might.
Moon light, moon bright, I beg you Loossool your Wereling night.
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