Mother Moon, Dancing Moon
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The light from the blue corn moon cast dancing shadows amongst the green giants, trees older than the far off village. A song carried on the wind, crickets playing out, controlling the sea of dancing shadows. As night carried on, so too did the song - changing, adding the young frogs and the ancient toads, croaking out an applause. The dance of the frozen night continued, twinkling bugs flowed through the dark tendrils of their fellow, loved guests.
You see, my dear readers (and fellow welcomed guests), this ritual happens every night Great Lady Moon changes from her beautiful pearl slip and dawns a gown of bluebells and forget-me-nots. She too, partakes in this dance, a sweet lovely night dance. She is the glitter dawned hostess, smiling radiantly down upon her guests as they danced in tandem to the rhythm they set. It is such a splendid occasion, a special one at that, one that gathers everyone around in harmony - from beings of old to the newborn doe. The royals of the old forest twirled around with the common folk, a dance that comes only every few moon's. No matter the issues of day, the dancers prance around with friend and foe. A kingly rose in the shadowed meadow takes the blushing Dahlia, a peasant to his static, whisking her away he does, off into a magical spin far into the night.
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As day faded to night, a piercing howl rang through the air. Lady Moon's children sang a lovingly greeting up into the sky, watching as Lady Moon faded to Mother Moon and Sibling Stars. The great pack of Mother Moon's furred children stalked through the darkening wood, weaving through the towering trees. Hunting they were, for offerings to appease their sweet mother and siblings. Their mother shone glittering silver upon the multicolored fur of her children, aiding them in their ventures.
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Great Mother Moon wept as a small, white figure laid unmoving in her light. A small hare, taken far too soon by her Brother, Death. He swept another guest into his arms, dancing merrily with the silver souls, guiding them in pained walts into his kingdom shrouded in perpetual darkness. Sister life watched him go, kneeling to the crimson soaked snow, placing a small star in the center of the bloody circle - a gift from her Sibling Star's.
In the years following, as a grand dance was preformed, a glowing gardenia bush swayed gently on the breeze, following the movements. Snow white petals chiming in resonance with the soul taken so long ago.
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Flowers twinkled softly in the night, acting as shimmering guides to their unseen guests. The wood and creatures alike were not the only souls to gather for the dance. Those once housed in house of flesh and bone, they too join in dance, swaying in the gently sewn breeze, following their shimmering guides. Each Blue Moon Ball, the souls of the lost dance in merry joy, a dance of death, orchestrated by the lovely Lady Moon.
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Another one but this time it's my Lady Moon
Here you go, hope you like it
And there's a table but it's invisible
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Wild Geese — Lady Moon, Lady Moon (2023)
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[𝕃𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟]
“She owns the gold of the Moon, spins gold yarns, and weaves clothes out of them.”
Not sure about colors here ¯_(ツ)_/¯
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