Reddlemagne-DeWhimsy

Slowly drifting smoke... The chemical Burn hitting... My life is shortened.

Mistresses of Moonlight The moon shines bright, its rays transforming all. Its rays hitting the yellowed leaves, in the middle of fall. Those rays of the night hit those rare figures below Away from the rain, away from the snow. These figures are vague, mere wisps if you will. The forest become silent, the air becomes still. Suddenly, one begins to move and sway. Swifter than wind, more graceful than hay. One after another, they all begin to follow. Their cries ring out, ringing through out the hollow. These figures take shape, amid the mystic and grace. Hair slowly flutters down, more delicate than lace. A countenance, marked pa