Moon Spirit

Finding the way home, we should never forget ourselves

As Artemis played the harp
In the night sky,
All the feathers
Shut their eyes.
And a lonely child
Kneeling in the storms eye,
looked up
At the one who never sleeps.
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The soul
Drawn like a song
From an angels violin
Shed it's feathers
Like leaves from a dying tree,
Raining ashes on
The sleeping hills
In a blink, becoming
A blazing ray
Of iridescent light
With feathers and ashes
Trailing behind.

So the child returned to the moon
An arrow back
To the hunters bow.

But only the night king saw this.

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