The moon.: The moon.

The moon is beautiful.

Its like a cloudless night, Except the sky itself is trying to contain its light.

But the light defies this will,

It defies the very clouds and shines brightly through them.

It is not just a rock, but a symbol.

A symbol of Power and Magic.

A symbol of not just things that were, but things that are.

It will shine for the rest of time.

Even when the wolves have gone.

Leaving its mark on all those who fall prey to its beauty.

It is not just a rock.

It is a symbol of Hope.