Moonflower
There once was a fairy small and soft, like the pale moonlight’s silver glow... 🌙 A story whispered as I walked the woods. A tale of grief, transformation, and the consequences of greed—how the softest things may bite when their magic is torn.

There once was a fairy small and soft
Like the pale moonlight’s silver glow
Her kin had petals white as snow
And a bell shape so distinct to linger in your thought
Little dancers only bloomed for the moon’s nightly glow
As the moonlight descended far and wide on the world
The fairy and her kin would dance and bask long
Until the daylight meant the moon no longer shone
Pale moonflower
What secrets do you hold?
If I seek you gently
Would you tell me how to unfold
Pale moonflower
Basking at the moon
Whisper in my ear
Is the journey ahead long?
Humans saw these beautiful blooms
And in their greed they thought this is of use
Of a purpose to cure their nightmares
For its beautiful dance means immunity to these ails
So they plucked and tore unaware of it all
Of the cries and pleads of the fairy and her home
Pale skin now shivers in anger for a grief that turned, tangled and brewed
Like long twisted branches that would swallow you under
The moonflowers had one last stand to endure
Pale moonflower
What secrets do you hold?
If I seek you gently
Would you tell me how to unfold
Pale moonflower
Basking at the moon
Whisper in my ear
Is the journey ahead long?
Sadness turns to potent poison, and the blooms now invite to pluck at any gloom
For the arrogance of the humans was swift, and cold under
So the gods looked away at the moonflower’s revenge
And the humans that consumed her would never awoke, no never again.
About the Creator
Margarita
I write fairy songs from threads of dreams, the veil, and the voices that whisper between the trees. 🧚 Read for lyrics steeped in folklore, the fae, pagan gods, and supernatural tales—each one telling a story from beyond this world. 🌒✨



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