Luna (Moon Of Claiming)
Cemeteries
Hunter's moon echoes through your bones
Gather wood, claiming kindle stokes and burns
There's something here reborn
I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn in
Why don't we turn in?
Rising breakers we devour with our eyes
Wake up the others, there is something in the water
Screaming birds are coasting higher
Was it what they burned in fire?
She spoke words of higher power
Wake your sons, wake up your daughters
It's not safe here, spectral hour
