by MelanaF

Created on: May 11, 2009

In the darkness of the night

The only lantern, the pale moonlight

I walk this way and that, all around

Stepping softly, hardly making any sound

Life sleeps,

As I creep,

In the pale moonlight.

There are many trees,

And yet still I see,

In the pale moonlight,

From an owl escapes a muted who,

I look to my left, I look to my right,

Who indeed is creeping in the pale moonlight?

And much to my surprise,

I become the target of many a searching eye.

They come to life, flaming although it's night.

Emblazoned by the pale moonlight.

All creatures, big and small,

Eagerly searching, trying to recall,

If they recognize the sprite,

Tip-toeing in the pale moonlight.

Dare I to disturb their slumber?

Hardly, for they be larger in number.

"What does she seek with her flawed human sight?"

I seek rest here in the pale moonlight.

One by one, their eyes turn dark,

"Surely she's here on a lark".

The assumption ring high,

Though the end of my patience be nigh!

I come here not on whim or fancy or out of fright!

For you misunderstand, it is I alone who command the pale moonlight...

Indeed my friends, young and old, big and small,

Each of you, one and all!

I come to serve, to beseech, to love,

I bring the blessing of the light above.

May it shine upon you in the darkest of hours,

May it grant you a smile to replace a surly glower.

And now you have my gift of light,

I must retreat into the night

Remember always, this lady and her plight,

I, Goddess, Wielder of the Pale Moonlight.

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