((UPDATED VERSION)) The sight of the moon, glowing bright. a hanging ball of frozen light. to your glow the wolves bow and howl their song carried on the wings of owls the fires of the people burn bright with sparks as the winds fill with the song of the dark magic floods the air Rain dances on threads, full of love and care for the beautiful sight the sky holds soon the soft, glorious light of the moon.
credit to the moon, for helping me see the world from a very different angle.
