Deep in the void of a sparkling sea, high above in a place so free.
The dragons dance about the heavens far, setting the path for all of the stars.
Swimming through them with mighty tails, and swirling the moon in an arcing trail.
The one who held it in her hands, had dropped it and lost it, behind the earthen land.
She was searching for her moon in fear, for the King of Light was drawing near.
He stepped forth with armor so bright, that all the stars hid from his sight.
Angered by the moon being dropped, he stepped forth to the dragon, her head would be chopped.
And as she died he slowly walked down, looking for his moon that was nowhere to be found.
The dark came again and the stars showed their faces, and the dragons again quickened their paces.
For the moon has returned to the dragons in night, that The King of Light, in all of his might,
would never slay her in the brighness this way, but instead planned to confront the Light King one day.
The moon obeyed the dragons' commands, and slowly went to survey the old earthen lands.
And the heavens glimmered and the dragons danced.
And again the starlight has taken its new chance.
