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