(Before you read.... I'm just trying to write a flowerful fairy tale. Something that almost sounds epic.. It has many a truth in it, but not without colors to paint the mind imagery...) The Null Moon steadied Herself in the sky, Praised by the many stars that had held Her Thrown. Below were Her people, and they would sing a hundred tales, Dance a thousand dances, To please Her. Silence was the first, Emptiness the second, Totality the third. The fourth reminisced the Silence. One Midnight, She warned her Children, Of the Demons that would tear their souls, Lie gazing as they slept, Creep hasting as they wept, and Steal away all happiness. So it was this Day the Children would come, Three strong, the rest to follow, To fight the Shadows of a once passive darkness... A fairy tale, shunned by many. Mocked by elders, lost in their craft. They rose their bodies from the Weakness, Soon pulling up the roots of Fear. Strong they were before their humored, And soon the sky would be filled with Fire.
