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Midnight Bloom


West of Ash Dune grew Midnight Bloom, constellations of firefly light.
A bower of blossoms, petals of cobalt and stars, born of twilight sighs.
Tchaikovsky's cygnet paired by Phoenix Downe, so danced Lily Bright.

Cloaked in silver down and shimmering tulle, a shadow of starlight,
Lily was the lodestone to draw her, a creature so rare, cripplingly shy.
West of Ash Dune grew Midnight Bloom, constellations of firefly light.

Phoenix, held her hand in trust, his left gripping tight to her frail right,
as her grey gaze drifted up, eyes probing the depths of the sea in the sky.
Tchaikovsky’s cygnet paired by Phoenix Downe, so danced Lily Bright.

Midnight Bloom, where earth bled to sea, kissing air, redolent and slight.
Beyond the Floes, the Ash Dunes, dwelt Morff, clever, elusive, quite sly.
West of Ash Dune grew Midnight Bloom, constellations of firefly light.

In the shadow of Downe, the silver cygnet bloomed, fragile hope in flight.
A flicker there…Gone…A breath of smoke, a half forgotten song…nigh…
Tchaikovsky’s cygnet paired by Phoenix Downe, so danced Lily Bright.

Lily Bright, stars just right…Wraith of firefly light, Morff with the Sight.
Creeping through the delicious air, dripping from constellations so high.
West of Ash Dune grew Midnight Bloom, constellations of firefly light.
Tchaikovsky’s cygnet paired by Phoenix Down, so danced Lily Bright.


Breach at Midnight Bloom


Scarlet thunder breaching, it came, the Trioctopi of Coral Deeping.
A giant blooming in the sea on high, hunting sly Morff of Where.
Morff of Where with the Sight, a quicksilver comet, tail sweeping.

At the heart of Midnight Bloom, Phoenix cast Lily from his keeping.
Nose to knees, dancer’s toes he tossed her high…high into the air.
Scarlet thunder breaching, it came, the Trioctopi of Coral Deeping.

Morff, coveted coat glinting, sought escape from the terror creeping.
But the beast of Deeping was gaining, breaching feeding on despair.
Morff of Where with the Sight, a quicksilver comet, tail sweeping.

End o’er end by circle’s round, Morff, shadow at the edge of sleeping,
revealed by the half cast light, the aureole of Lily’s silver gilt hair.
Scarlet thunder breaching, it came, the Trioctopi of Coral Deeping.

Cold fingers folded round Morff, Lily holding tight, hope seeping—
From the child to the creature hunted, Morff plucked from the air.
Morff of Where with the Sight, a quicksilver comet, tail sweeping.

A moonglade born of Lily’s glow, a path to Peach Blossom Weeping.
Morff, to the cygnets, gifted the spares of her changeling pelt to wear.
Scarlet thunder breaching, it came, the Trioctopi of Coral Deeping.
Morff of Where with the Sight, a quicksilver comet, tail sweeping.


Legacy of Tides and Stars


Dark o' Turtle Moon, clarion, bells carolling in the Yuletide night.
Breaching in Morpheus Dire, a hunter with tentacles eight by three—
Seeking, the foxes, tippets four by three, following old Star’s light.

Legacy of the Tides in the cloaks of Morff, a vixen silvery, slight.
Virgin tippets grip the moonglade, Lily, now a vixen upon the sea.
Dark o’ Turtle Moon, clarion, bells carolling in the Yuletide night.

Downe, black as the soot, the warrior cunning, flanking Lily’s right.
Away from Midnight Bloom, Morff in white, a true guide was she.
Seeking, the foxes, tippets four by three, following old Star’s light.

Obsidian— mercury—salt, leash bounding, to the waves held tight.
As the Trioctopi of Deeping, came sweeping, hunting four by three.
Dark o’ Turtle Moon, clarion, bells carolling in the Yuletide night.

Heirs of Star Socks, comets flying o’er the glow, Lily’s argent might.
Trioctopi rising as it fell, scarlet tentacles haunting from the tidal lee.
Seeking, the foxes, tippets four by three, following old Star’s light.

Fleet foxes, tippets whisper, Midnight Bloom fading—out of sight.
It lay before them, a haven half way between, there in the Dire Sea.
Dark o’ Turtle Moon, clarion, bells carolling in the Yuletide night.
Seeking, the foxes, tippets four by three, following old Star’s light.
 
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