She stands between the silver pillars of her lunar temple
Her silver hair reaching her waist, her soft skin pale and smooth
The full moon behind her, the stars sprinkling over the sky
She looks back and gives you a grin, knowing of your thoughts
She dares you ever forwards, ever towards her realm of magic and enchantment
You look forwards and then down, seeing her own little world
She grabs you by the arm and pulls you down
Soaring over the world that is hers, you see all
Much exists in this world of life and death
For hours it would seem you flew, yet only a few moments
Finally you return to her temple and once more she stands between the silver pillars.
She glances back at you, grins, and jumps forwards, disappearing into the night
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