A/N: Written for the Stratified Agate Competition with the pairing Luna/Lavender, Level 1A – write an abstract poem.
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224. The Moon Above Them
It smiled, a pale white face
upon them – and she danced, yellow hair
still too pale to be a sun,
and pallid fur…
As though fur that wasn't white could ever be the same
as the moon
But that didn't seem to matter to her
who waltzed calmly and unafraid
and indelectable
As though she were a daughter of the moon
and not of human-kind
and perhaps she was:
Selene, the goddess-child of the moon
Who could caress her fur and lead her along those dancing steps
until the moon light waned
without a human scent
to cloud her mind.
Was she even human, she would wonder
on those twenty-nine days she was, herself:
feet barely bending grass with their weight, their light steps
and the trail of moon-dust behind her…
But on the night of the moon, it mattered not:
she was a companion, a friend of the pack,
something that made her feel at ease, alive
and unravaged
And, always, it was enough.