Moonlit Ascension (2/2)


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

My other siblings graceful are

And grave in kindly care

We ply the succor in the world

In lives whose joy is rare.

When we illume,

We fill the room

And hearts of groaning beings we see there.

Oh, sisters, siblings all,

Who love the silv'ry moon!

Diana's children hear your call,

And pray you'll join us soon.

The moon is pure

And longs to cure

The fear and pain she feels; no one's immune

But healing comes to those who love the moon!


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