Awakening | Poetry on Mooseymares

Awakening

It’s been so long…

The dirt and the dust are brushed off by the wind.

So numb…

The wings are spreading slowly.

And this pain echoing through the eyes as they open…

The light greets.

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Lord Mooseling

His Holiness Lord Mooseling of The Order Of The Holy Moose. First of His Hoofprint, the Unfaltering, King of Meese, Furcon of Light, and Holy.

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