((Allie's next broadcast seems to be of a lighter tone! Still delivered by a cloaked stranger in the night.)) Moonbeam. . . . We need a little light, if we lose our path to the sun Lose our way and our sights, hoping by withering away we can reach more There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, The one that leads us to the sky But we always seem to forget the Moon- The one who asks us so daintily to Stay Stay, for it’s those fireflies in the moonlight that keep away those who believe themselves to be their own Light Because light is not always good And sometimes we must take comfort in the constant, hoping that it stays with us even after the light trickles out The moon casting dancing trickles of cascading rays, The end and the beginning “Please stay with me.” When the moon asks, in the dead of night, stay a while Because you have known them since the day you were whole, even as the wolves just outside the forest lines nick and tear at what’s left of you Broken, but whole Those who ask you to enjoy the moments, the seconds that tick by like the waterfall Quantity, but gone so soon, maybe we can catch it in the act Pouring turn into a trickle for maybe just enough time Hold the moon close, when the sun seems too far away. May the moon stick just a little closer when no one else will Moonbeams fall like fine silk over me How wonderful, it is to take a second and Breathe Breathe. For tomorrow, and all of its troubles, do not need to be faced alone. Allie ((A small sketch of a crow skull rests at the bottom of each page.))
