The Colour of Time - Part 5 / Cold Moon

 

A little headache like an arrhythmic clapping of cloven-hoofed animals' feet seemed to knock from the inside against Dora's skull.

But enough of these red thoughts, she thought. What about the colour of Vermilion? Maybe that can light up my day.

Today was the fifth day of the last month and the last full-moon of the year. Going through her supplies of jars and bottles she found that she ran out of moonlight and moonshadow and - most important of all the ingredients for spells and magical potions - moondust, too.

Maybe it was the right time to leave her barrel and to collect some of all of it like a Moss Woman she once met in the Forest of Where taught her.

But again her thoughts and memories wandered off to the past.

'My melody?' the llama - whose name was of course KussKuss - asked the bard.

'Mamelodi,' the bard answered, 'a township in South Africa. But you were close, animal. The name can be translated to mean Mother of Melodies.'

'But, Mother of Frank, what brought us here, Bromford?'

'The speed of the wings of the wind, maybe, animal. The same power that makes my staff flute sing. Or the powers of the full-moon.'

"Bromford"

Alguien jodió las calles con prohibiciones
De higiene mental
¿Quién separó los colores, fabricó las casillas
Que has de ocupar?

Bromford dividió el planeta
Encerró en sus mazmorras el nervio del sur
Aquel que cerró las puertas
Levantando muros que no saltes tú

Alguien tomó en sus manos las manos de todos
Confirmó su ley
¿Quién enseñó la doctrina, sabiduría
Que no nos quita la sed?

Bromford plantó banderas
Cantó los himnos en distintos lenguas
Aquel que nos da tabaco, y vino agrio
Que nos entretenga

Bromford olvidó que el hombre es el lobo
Del hombre que le va a devorar
Y ya no espero otra cosa
Que te vayas con otra para no regresar

Bromford olvidó que el hombre es el lobo
Del hombre que le va a devorar
Y ya no espero otra cosa
Que te vayas con otra para no regresar
Bromford olvidó que el hombre es el lobo
Del hombre que le va a devorar
Y ya no espero otra cosa
Que te vayas con otra para no regresar
Bromford olvidó que el hombre es el lobo
Del hombre que le va a devorar
Y ya no espero otra cosa
Que te vayas con otra para no regresar

Today is Friday, the 5th of December 2025.
Full-Moon

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Cold Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you


Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak

How cold is a heart
When it′s warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

My mistress′s eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything I've done
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don′t care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

Sister Moon

Sting - Sister Moon