Where am I, on this deserted cliff edge Where the night's not clear yet very clear Taking in the beauty, I rest upon the sand wedge Feeling bizarre but surprisingly not feeling any fear
A breeze caresses my face as it blows The night air calm with a sense of magic The mystic moon overwhelms me as it glows Not to have experienced this would be so tragic
The dark clouds forming such beautiful figures Finally breaking and passing slowly by the moon In awe as I watch such a sight, my mind it triggers This night this sky this moment, a time most opportune
This place, an eerie feeling about the night As she shines brightly upon calm waters below La Luna, Oh how she beckons me to take full flight As I am seduced, by her surrounding halo of golden glow
Excitement takes over as I feel a sudden chill I want to visit here again, this place they call, Bald Hill.
One of my first posts at Passions. Angel of Darkness
My grief lies onward and my joy behind (Shakespeare)
[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 06-22-2000).]