I’ve never been mesmerized by a blue moon,
Not even while under sinister influences
Such as that autumn pumpkin orb
Or that distant, cold December one
Yearning for a proper solstice celebration.
My moon adorns the wide prairie sky
Much like a brazen pagan amulet,
And you and I stand in that ancient shadow,
Legendary lovers from a half-forgotten tale.
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