It is still, as it lays there.
But it is alive,
Its magestic moon green wings...
still hold flight.
And suddenly,
It stirs from its slumber
In in all its majesty
It rises to the sky,
Glistening against the black...
It is the ghost of the moon
As its great lofty wings
carry it to the stars..
The night is silent..
But for the slow, soft music
Of the thrumming of wings...
As the luna moth vanishs into
The moons shimmering gaze

Welcome to the place of Lunar Magic, where the wolf's howl is our music and bats come to play. But especially the place where the luna moths can rest their wings, and all can listen to the poetic music that haunts the night.

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