Is your wish for the touch of Fair
For the thoughts of my own
Or yours grown with care

Does your moon offer death
A common known lore
Or do you speak as the soul
That you wish I'd adore

Sit now beneath my willow tree
And speak as such
That I might speak with thee
Hold back your lies if you wish to speak with me

For the moon now lies in the sign of death
Or Spiritual ties
Upon which lies your breath

Speak no cost
For I owe you none
My voice is yours to hear from One

The Universal entity
That will possess and speak through me
And a lower life form it will not be

So what is your ask
Your beckon to me
What is the point
Of your question to me