. . Clattering Stars and a lifetime dream ago I laid in infinite delusion like a lady borne down by family duty and obligation. I must marry, and burgundy velvet cradles my bleeding soul, but the pearls dripping from my collarbone are the only tears I shall ever shed, from now till my communion with earth. Childbirth will be my only pride. When I wake up, strangers surround me who I believe are my friends. Ah, they are. I remember. We......wander tonight. The Gypsy and the Windsoul were surprises. Firehair looks shocked, but pleased. Wait, we're still dreaming. I can't seem to recall if there were any forms we had to conform to. Oh well, sorrows lost, sorrows past. Nightmare and Angel finally enter our delusion. She's still hurting and the sore rips through her heart like a festering canker. She wants to rip it out, white hot with cold iron, save she fears the loss of her soul. Scream a little scream, and I'll dance for you in the moonlight like the Celts who preceded me. Now we dream of days gone by, remaking reality as we see fit. The only definition is the one we believe, and tonight I choose not to believe. Images shatter. Joined by the fey children, Dark Elf and Elfling, the sidhe of my memories envelops me in the once fey halls of glory. Cold wind blew, brushed through my hair, as the sons of Mil blew through my people. Return from the lore, they have their own and I wish I could know. Pull me to the sky where I can watch over you, and my beloved Shadow can be by my side forever as he was meant to. Death is our dream's only awakening. Good night my Bright Eyes. I love you.

-Moon Sidhe © 1999