Morgana Luna

Morgana Luna

The moon light shining through her window that night made her soul arise. She was more or less a hermit, over the years she's learned that the world does not accept her for her keen sense of life that others may not see. She stops to smell the roses but also to say hello. The wind embraces her in a warm hug. The sun livens up her whole mood with its bright rays. The thunderstorms tell her of troubles.

In the light of the moon she became something more. She wasn't old in years but her soul was wise. She knew the stories of the land and the troubles. She lights a candle, passion, she seeks someone of like mind. Though she knows this may be impossible, she still tries because the wind has also whispered to her stories of change.