Tales by moonlight

Beneath the silver veil of night,

When the moon ascends with soft delight,

A symphony of stars, a cosmic harp,

Whispers tales by moonlight, a celestial carp.

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In shadows cast by Luna's grace,

The world transforms to a mystic space,

Where echoes of stories from days of old,

Are spun in threads of silver and gold.

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The moon, a lantern in the sky,

Illuminating tales, a lullaby,

Of heroes bold and creatures rare,

Dancing on the edge of moonlit air.

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Moonlight weaves through ancient trees,

Glimmering secrets, carried by the breeze,

Whispers of love and battles won,

In the tapestry of tales spun by the sun.

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A storyteller, the moon presides,

Over kingdoms vast, where dreams reside,

Its beams a brush, painting the night,

With the palette of stories, pure and bright.

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Listen now, as the moon imparts,

Legends etched in celestial charts,

Of distant realms and magic's flight,

Tales by moonlight, enchanting the night.

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In the quiet hours when the world sleeps,

The moon keeps its vigil, secrets it keeps,

And as it wanes or waxes high,

It shares with us tales from the sky.

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So, under the moon's enchanting glow,

Let stories blossom and spirits grow,

For in the heart of the midnight hour,

Tales by moonlight hold timeless power.