Herein our moon compassed
kissed from the very edge-orb
where the kisses and hisses of buds
germinate blue wisp foster.
Once in a blue moon I told tales
tales of Hallucinations and heroes
how our heroes were hosts
to the poetic senitels of tales.
Once in a bright night
feet taps, the simple sands of harmathan.
Were they sat singing to a circle
night, to tell tales of towns.
Tales of swords, scabbards and wars!
Tales of Blood kissing the floors
tales of kings, warriors and lords
tales of lovers reciting at shores!
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Dear Ebi, Bravo! Once in a Blue Moon is smooth, eloquent and definitely depicts (to me) an African sound and scene.