by Abigael26 Aug 2019
Moonchild was born at night
from forbidden love, she lay
on bearskin, under a new moon,
while a zephyr sang of sighs
to the daughter of the moon.
Wreathed in wind-song
as the nightingales bequeathed
gifts of magical powers. Selene
muttered and mumbled spells,
sung soft lullaby's till she slept.
As dawn powdered the sky rouge
she was found deep in the forest
by the witch of the south wind
she took her as her own child,
taught her to heal with herbs.
She grew lithe and slim, with long
lustrous hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.
She knew mother moon's mystery,
understood water's ebb and flow,
heartfelt, she divined from within.
Moonchild held a snowflake obsidian
in her hand, for peace and inner calm;
gazed on the teardrop in Horus' left eye,
pondered war's history over the years,
gazed down on the sleeping Endymion.