The Birth of the Silver QueenWhen time was young and stars were bright,The heavens wove a veil of light.From silver threads and shadows spun,Was born the moon, the pale queen’s sun.
No child of earth nor flame nor sea,But made of whispers, wild and free.She danced upon the cosmic tide,With silver robes, in stars she’d hide.
Her name was lost in winds of lore,A goddess known forevermore.With silent grace, she roamed the sky,The ever-watchful, drifting high.
II. The Love of the Sun-KingYet in her glow a longing grew,For one who burned in gold and blue.The sun, a lord of fire’s might,Who chased the dark and birthed the light.
He watched her glide in midnight’s keep,Through endless dreams, through silent sleep.Yet never could they meet as one,For night must fall as rose the sun.
A love that burned yet could not touch,A longing deep, a pain too much.And so they danced in fate’s embrace,Forever bound yet lost in space.
III. The Weaving of the Moondust VeilThe stars, they whispered soft and low,Of ways the lovers' love could grow.A veil of moondust, soft and fine,To let their hearts in twilight shine.
So once each month, in fleeting grace,She met his warmth in full embrace.A lunar kiss, so brief, so bright,That melted shadows into light.
But time is cruel and seasons wane,The silver queen still bore her pain.For love so rare, though bright it glows,Is sorrow deep that never goes.
IV. The Moon’s Eternal VigilYet still she walks the boundless deep,Through tides that pull, through dreams that weep.Her silver song in whispers flows,Through midnight winds where silence grows.
She watches hearts that long and yearn,For lovers lost, for souls that burn.And to those bound by fate's cruel art,She shines her light upon the heart.
For ever love of moon and sky,A love that time cannot deny.She glows, she fades, she wanes, she grows,And in the night, her longing shows.
Thus ends the tale, yet never dies,The love that dwells in midnight skies.A silver queen in sorrow’s tune,Forever lost, for love of moon.
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sashalouise isted
i love writing about spiritual things and what things can happen in life ...it very interesting what people see or go through in life or experience it and true stories are the best because they have meanings to it

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