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One by one the candles are lit flowing wax onto brass once more
Five now six eight nine now ten
Two soft faces deeply hollowed in the gentle flickering
Shivering graceful fingers wrapped on stems
Fear is fixed for each lunatrix
Stillness peering through panes
Bathed in icy lustre the threshold crossed gasped breath
Ardent flames dwarfed by her luminescence
All cold white
Covered in ghost moon light
High spectral eye its piercing gaze
Ringed in murk spirits astray
A holy turn all given praise
This is the night of nights and the glow decays
On this night
Covered in ghost moon light
