Moonrise
In a star studded sky
Where the ice of space
With bluestone fire
Does send its sparkling rays to set
The secret shapes
Which grow in crystal on the Earth
That say:
I am the Cold
I am the Oldest of the Old
I was here before the Sun
I shall return..........
When all is done
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