Dark night covers the thick forest,
Silence quickly comes,
No light penetrates through the near impassable plant life.
An uneasy calm rests in these woods.
Neither a chirp of a cricket, nor a hoot of an owl dare disturb the peace.
Stillness, an unmovable, suffocating stillness.

A branch snaps.
A single, solitary branch splinters.
The sound resonates through the woods.
Soon more noises come.
The forest is awakening.
The wind hums through the trees,
The trees sing together.
Wolves howl simultaneously creating an unearthly cry.
Owls call to each other.
Foxes yip and bark adding to the song.
Water laps against the earth and crashes over stones.
The heart of the night is beating.

The clouds slowly dissipate,
Revealing the moon in all her opulence,
And the stars in all their grandeur.
Silver light bathes everything in chaste, ethereal glow.
Shadows contribute as well.
Adding the mystery of darkness to everything.

Pure, white feathers peacefully drift toward a boulder in the middle of the
crystalline lake.
Circling around the massive stone.
A young lady comes into sight amidst the feathers.
Her dark sapphire dress billows around her lean, frame.
Contrasting to her luminous, milky white skin.
Her raven black hair falls to her knees.
A tiara of silver and moonstones adorns her head,
The symbol of the triple Celtic moon goddess includes itself amongst the
Celtic knot work.
Emerald orbs gaze down into the dark depths of the water.
Her eyes reflect all the calmness of the lake,
Moreover the vitality.
A pair of midnight coloured feather wings show in her reflection.
Along with a mystical, shining aura of magic.
She moves her eyes to the forest full of life, movement, and sound,
Bringing her slender hands over her heart,
She feels it beat in time with the song of the night.
Tears slowly fall from her eyes,
Leaving behind a trail of salty moisture on her cheeks.
Finally the moon becomes the center of her attention.
The exquisite globe of silver stares lovingly down upon her.
It calls to her, requesting her to return home.

Dawn is becoming restless and wishes to awaken the people of the world.
The noises of night gradually fade into nothingness,
Leaving the forest quiet and still as it was before.
The moon beckons to her once more,
Dawn is coming to spread her wings of reds and oranges, pinks and
lavenders.
For she opens the doors for the mighty sun,
So he may journey across the sky with light blue wings and his crown of
gold.
The maiden of the moon leaves the same way she came,
In a flurry of snow coloured feathers.

She arrives home,
Dawn awakens the world,
The sun makes his travel,
And she comes out again to bask in the darkness of the night.
 
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