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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