Luna


She is a creature of the night,
Some say a fairy or a sprite.
A child of the moon some have said,
Stars crown her regal head.
She is slender but strong,
She watches the forest all night long.
Her eyes have been admired,
And like her bones afire.
She is both a warrior and a goddess,
Protecting all in the glen fearless.
Every blade of grass,
Every crevasse,
Is under her domain,
For so long has been her reign.
She longs for the moon and stars,
For too long the earth has given her scars.
They seek to tear down her kingdom,
No more trees or blossoms.
It won't be too long until she is called home,
To be among the galaxies and all in one.
But she will endure for she is a creature of the night,
Not a fairy or a sprite.
She is the fighter in us all,
Although she be timid and small.
She defends the land she loves,
For granted it is not hers at all.

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