Gold Moon

I wear a strand of gold
It circles around my neck.
A moon made of gold
Upon which her face is etched.
She hangs on the string of gold
Sitting there, guarding my heart.
From me she never parts,
I have her on today.
She wards people off,
She keeps them away.
Her sharp golden edges
Circling around my neck
You put her there to protect.
She’s been great at her job
She’s pierced a few
It’s as if she knew,
To do it for you.

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