Falling Dust
Falling from above
sparkles of the moon
glittering around
in glowing soft light
moon dust fills the sky.
Drifting, Falling
Faeries gather
floating on wing
in the minds eye.
To their king
they return
baskets heaped.
The moon
is full
Shine
Down
It floats
like snow.
Dwarven crews
filling globes
lighting mines
with low moon glow
While Elven glades
glisten silver
Magick to sow
Moon dust brings the change
to humans below
Lycans on the prowl
Powder lights the way
Along freedoms howl.
For the diminished/advancing hexaverse moon dust contest
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