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I was born under a second moon,
The dark moon, a devil's moon
I was scorned as a wild child,
Wyrd child, an evil child.
No-one looked me in the eye,
Turned their heads, passed me by.
When trouble came, as trouble may
Whispers started, blame the fey!
Even family shied away,
Made the signs, knelt to pray.
Turned from the Church's shade
I learned to love the forest glade.
I listened to the river's song
Assure me I had done no wrong.
Earth and forest welcomed me,
Nourished me and sheltered me.
So I became the wild and free,
The Watcher in the Wood.
So much time has passed since then,
The wheel is turning once again.
A dark moon is on the rise
A devil's moon will taint the skies.
I think on those who caused me grief
and shake my head in disbelief
As I kneel to beg and kneel to pray
For the safety of those who cast me away.