Under the witching moon, she chants the ancient song.
Singing to the twilight sky to bring a lover home.
A maiden fair had come to her desparate in her plea.
Longing for her gentle lad, who seeks his fortune out at sea.
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A very beautifully descriptive piece! Welcome to Community Corner, R Catherine.
EXCELLENT!