Written by: Matthew Brackley

Along came twilight

The air grew still

Soft shadows

Soft light

The moon rose above the hill


We pulled in our deep spun coverings

Watched a moon

Rise silently and bright


Towards the hill

A light could be seen

Glowing in the distant green

A meaningful look

Of futures’ past

In the world of the Faerie Queen


The night

Young and still

The moon, bright


To the tower of light


I held her hand

Together, across the moon

We flew

Faerie magic

Faerie dust

Across the night

To the tower of light