Dark Moon Rising Poem by A.J. McKinley

The dark moon is rising
No silver left to see
The crone has awakened
Her power flows in me

The dark storm is coming
The rain pouring down
The thunder raises power
As lightening takes ground

The dark Queen is walking
Her whispers call to me
Ancient wisdom flowing
Circling energies flow free

The dark night is waiting
Its lure a sweet bane
Stepped through my shadow
And I am forever changed

Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley