A girl sat at her desk, stumped. She stared hard at the poem in her notebook, but she couldn't think of anything to put next. "Damn writer's block to the lowest levels of hell," she said venomously. Suddenly, she realised how dark it was. Looking at the clock, she saw 10:00.

Odd, she thought. I'm not usually this tired.

She carefully read what she had written.

On the harvest moon,

in a dark, dark, night,

mesmerised are we

by the cold, red light.

All who are lit

by this witch-moon's glow,

they will fall in love,

no chance to say no.

Without a thought,

they will say as they feel,

what had been dreams,

will become real.

And if they kiss,

before dawn's first hour,

forever they'll be

caught, in love's power.

The young poet felt her eyes glaze over, and decided to go to bed. She pulled on her pajamas, and tucked herself in. Her eyes drifted closed. She began to dream...

A beautiful woman walked through her room. Her brown hair hid big brown eyes as she read the poem written on the open page of the poet's notebook. Her eyes widened. "The moon is red tonight in Symphonia!" she said softly. Turning toward the poet, who gazed at her, she said softly, "I need your help."

The poet looked at the woman. "For what?"

"To save the ones I love."

"Then I freely give it."

Anna, pleased by the girl's generosity in sharing her power, linked hearts with her. Borrowing some of her power, she solidified as a little girl, five years old. Spreading white wings, she flew through time and space.

Behind her, the poet fell into a deep sleep, happy with her decision.