Moon Shadow

Echo whispers of the ancient ones, the sages, and the wizards,

Coming in a dream-like fashion, embellished with the scent of cinnamon, myrrh, and moss.

Light up my world, which is hidden in pale despair,

In the cloak of darkness, revealing the shadows, naked and raw, swirling and twirling, over and over and over again.

Purifying the silver cocoon that bursts open with a roar so loud that the stars start tumbling down with a plop.

Spirit awakens the dragons and their thunder, unearthing the fire gods, who gather around.

Ecstatic dance in the velvet embrace of the infinite flow.