[Eadha Deora]

Ah the moon! but the moon is bright
and I must go out to see his light
for my heart is full with a man 'neath the moon,
the one who breathes my dearest doom.

[Vorcla]

Oh! Oh! Oh! I love this. Gaahhh! I won't even mention where this is taking me (as if no one will guess - but I don't want to read too much into it) but I love the sprightly, playful beginning, and then the ominous portent at the end. And the heroine knows it - but she'll go anyway. Gahhh! Incredible...

Have you ever heard the werewolf rhyme? It was supposedly handed down through Welsh folklore, but was actually penned by screenwriter Curt Siodmak for "The Wolf Man" in 1941 . Your poem would be a great companion piece!

Anyway, it goes:

Even a man who is pure in heart,
And says his prayers by night,
May become a Wolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
And the Autumn Moon is bright.

What a fine bit of verse. Yours makes me tingle even more than this one.

Damned fine, Jenn!

[Eadha Deora]

lol what you see there is word for word what suddenly came into my head as I was walking downstairs in the dark and was forcefully struck by the brightness and beauty of the moon. And my thoughts did turn to were-wolves, bless their hearts but I like the poem you shared (with or without the Welsh connection! lol) .... and as for my poem here, you have my permission to include it in the story you are working on now if it fits.

[Vorcla]

Consider it done! I can see Faol, the warrior queen, reciting it, recalling the day over 1,000 years ago when she met "the one who breathes my dearest doom." She survived, but became who she was because of it.

Thank you!