Moonbeams dance
On a watery stage.
Ethereal slippers
Skip on the crest
Of every wave.
Golden dresses
Conform with each
Lapping tide.
Night slips quietly
Away.
“We must leave,
Dawn is rising,”
Whispered one
As light glowed
Through silver tresses.
Away they danced
In perfect unison,
To the land of
Everlasting night.
On a watery stage.
Ethereal slippers
Skip on the crest
Of every wave.
Golden dresses
Conform with each
Lapping tide.
Night slips quietly
Away.
“We must leave,
Dawn is rising,”
Whispered one
As light glowed
Through silver tresses.
Away they danced
In perfect unison,
To the land of
Everlasting night.

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