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The night sky, so pure and tranquil held wonders and lights like fairies a glow. The moon shone it's face to the world below; so bashful the moon was, staring down. He wanted a friend - he needed a plan. He grinned down into dark shadows on the Earth below, and cast his bait out into the sea of forests.
Down below, a lonely girl saw this bait - a falling star. Shooting across the darkened sky with a wonderful sparkle of glitter as it cut through the darkened Heaven’s. The wind picked up, and tousled her hair.
"Make a wish," the wind whispered in her ear as she stood out in the vast expanse of a field full of winking fireflies that played hide and seek in the grass. The meadow’s foliage swayed as the words were voiced and a lone cricket began to sing his night song.
"I wish to dance the night away."
The shooting star above her flickered, or to her, it seemed to wink. In a rush, the burning ball of light burst downwards toward where she stood, face upturned.
The light engulfed her, so bright and luminous she had to shut her eyes. Not a moment later, though, everything dulled, and she cracked an eye. She no longer stood in the field of tall grass. Instead, a soft glow of white rock resided beneath her feet, and beside her in an arch. It was like a marble dance floor that winded up to the Heavens.
She looked around, and realized in that instant that feathers flittered about her face in an elegant ‘whoosh!’ Placing a delicate hand to her face, she felt the silver mask she now adorned.
She spun in delight - such a magnificent view of the world below! In step, she spun and spun, twirled and whirled. As she moved, her footsteps brought up a cloud of white chips, soft and frail to touch; like snow.
“How pretty! So beautifully shown!”
A voice, high in pitch spoke aloud. The girl turned and saw a small, plump fellow with skin white as a cloud. But this was no ordinary fellow - tiny horns grew up on his head, and his hands were more animal like than human.
“Would you honor me with a dance?” he asked as he hobbled nearer.
“It would be my pleasure,” she told him and took his small, outstretched paw.
The flakes fell and swirled around them, landing in her vibrant hair. He grinned, she giggled. The crickets song wound up towards them, a distant echo surrounding their shimmering stage. They continued to dance, unaware of the grinning face above.
The moon was happy - he would not be alone this night, or any night thereafter. He shut his eyes, humming in tune to the crickets’ sonnet and he too, began to dance. Across the sky he waltzed, all occupants unaware of the time that was passing by.
So soon was born, the moonlight masquerade.
 midnight_cherry · Thu Mar 08, 2007 @ 11:22pm · 0 Comments |
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