by christine, » Wed Nov 07, 2012 4:06 am
It's Half Moon. You know, the Ancient? First Stoneteller? Anyways, here is another.
I was ripped in half.
Wanting the Thunderstorm to envelop me,
but hanging on to the Oak.
Someone wanted to take over the Sun- which is a star.
This someone was sharp, sharp as a thistle.
My kits, my precious kits, were lost to a River, living there, never knowing me.
I have an adopted kit, he is flame, brighter than I am, the sky. He rules the Thunderstorm like a Star.
Who am I?