The moon's lupine light, a glow aglow, a howl in the throat, a beacon in the night sky. A drop of eternity drawing kindred souls to it.
Our wings aflutter, yearning for a beyond, to fall into that light and be lifted on its beams.
A hopeless beating against reality, powder scattering, fibers tearing.
Hypnotic its sleek path among the stars. Magnetic its lure, a lurid call into the darkness where mysteries wait.