When the full moon was dark
on a night of deep magic
when the skies were haunted
by hunting calls of owls
beneath the branches
of the leaning yew
I made my lifelong vows
to Gwyn ap Nudd.
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The Sanctuary of Vindos 
I was thinking of you on the Full Moon night. The specialness of the moon in red and eclipsed it made your vow taking even more magical.