Moonlight Waters
On and on he went. Though his pace was slow and he could not fly with wings of stone, he still traveled far into Faerie, to places distant. To places strange. The Stone Crow came to a place of endless rolling plains. Grass flowed in the winds like waves on the sea and the sun shone down softly. But it wasn’t until night fell that he saw the true beauty of this land. In the dips and valleys of the hills would collect the moonlight in silver pools. The hilltops an ridges formed a thousand islands in a sea of silver light. Fish leap in and out of the waters, their splashes like silver fire and song. One swims near so he can ride upon its back through the streams and between the hills. At long last he comes to a hilltop where a single lantern rests on the grass. Left there long ago by someone who laid upon the earth and looked up at the star strewn skies, perhaps with a friend beside them, it still flickers with its light. Once freed, it twinkles as bright as any star, outshining even the pools of liquid moonlight in its sparkling radiance.
