#nuah

Three days in the storm and three on the flood The crescent moon her arc Three days the sky was drenched in blood And three days the moon was dark

Nuah was the moon maiden in the old Sumerian tale Three days she went below the flood in the underworld of the whale Thirteen moons to a single sun and so the worth of gold To silver was thirteen to one in the ancient days of old

Three days in the storm and three on the flood The crescent moon her ark Three days the sky was drenched in blood And three days the moon was dark

Deep in the pagan forest in a midnight summer’s dream where the soul is the house of tarot cards with the bones of the past picked clean Dusty riddles, old as time in the growth where the great oak stood What has become of the moonlight queen Cloaked in her velvet hood?

Three days in the storm and three on the flood The crescent moon her ark Three days the sky was drenched in blood And three days the moon was dark

Now the moon still shines like ginger, wine, and honey in the dark Will the dove ever bring the olive branch to Nuah’s lonely ark?

Three days in the storm and three on the flood The crescent moon her ark Three days the sky was drenched in blood And three days the moon was dark