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“Moon rose beyond the hill”

Moon rose just beyond the hill,
spilled ice on trembling dale
and shadow flicker wandered. Still

burned each vacant Cyclops eye, till
voice cried “Lord of Winds, Hail!”
as moon rose beyond the hill.

“Gold, fear, madness now will
fill our Holy Grail,”
while shadow flicker wandered. Still

human victims wait, hearts thrill
in time to whirling blades. Pale
moon rose. Far beyond the hill

men writhe and sweat, dreams chill
in dead landscape where trail
and shadow flicker wander still.

Awake true Lord of Winds and kill
those who harness you, or fail.
Moon rose just beyond the hill
and shadow flicker wanders still.

—Gail Mair (Italy)