Li Bai Poems Moon Novels & Stories

I looked at my hands and realized it was her crystal. “Why did you give it to me?” I asked staring at her. “I will feel better if you hold on to it,” she said and kissed my cheek. Priestess Elara who had been in the room with us, preparing all the ingredients and making sure everything was in the right order, cleared her throat loudly and said “It's about time we start, the full moon is almost here,” I looked up at the ceiling, which had an opening so I could see the clear blue sky, the moon had not arrived yet but it would be at any moment. I exhaled deeply and prepared myself.

"I shall dedicate this poem to my disciple." Darryl cleared his throat and swayed his head as he recited the poem. "The beautiful firmament was her clothes, and the pretty flower was her face, the spring breeze blew against the picket fence and dew beaded on the peony. Such beauty surely could only be spotted at Mount Qunyu or the Yao Pavlin under the moonlit sky." Darryl took two steps forward as he recited the poem, just like how the ancient scholars did it. Li Bai had written the poem to the Imperial Concubine Yang to praise her beauty!

Zero said so Moon's face suddenly brightened. "Do you mean flying a lantern?" Moon asked so Zero suddenly smiled. "Yes! Do you know what time that will start?" Zero asked. "This night, you were too early to run away." Moon said so Zero pout. "Is that so, can you fly lanterns too?" Zero asked, Moon nodded. "Yes, this is my first time flying a lantern so I'm here to buy a lantern." Moon said so Zero's eyes widened. "Me too!" Zero said excitedly so Moon's eyebrow rose.

The mantle of Luna Queen weighed on my shoulders, a constant reminder of the lives depending on my judgment. I moved to the window, peering into the night that shrouded our land. The moon hung low, a pale sentinel watching over the world below. Her light touched upon my skin, a cool balm to the smoldering anxiety within. "May you find your path, Paul Biansky," I whispered to the darkness, "and may it lead you back to us, not as a harbinger of doom, but as a beacon of hope."

Tromso’s pride and glory…never missing a dull day. “I wish I could shine as bright as the moon,” Lylia randomly spoke, her stare absently on the moon above. Matt and I raised our chins to see the full moon. The sky was clear and the stars were visible along with the moon. Indeed, it shone bright and gave the night some light. “The moon never dims. How?” Neither of us answered, but perhaps it was a rhetorical question because the ginger merely continued. “The bridge is bright too. Does it never run out of energy? It is a lot more man-made than the moon but it's also bright, so I guess the bridge could work too.”

Musa was engrossed in her while she was deeply engrossed in other thoughts . Musa broke the silence and started to recite a poem "Just like every day the sun dies for the moon,for the moon to live it's important for the sun to die, Just like that, you are important to me! Kiara continued the poem lost in her thoughts ,,"Look at the moon, how beautiful it is, He has scars but still he is the pride of the sky!" Musa said further holding her tightly In his embrace ,"The moon light is important for the moon,

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

We hadn't known she had been there all along. "I've read in a book." I responded. She started walking towards us, she sat in the middle while we rested our heads on her arm. "You've read right. Ever read the moonlight poem?." She asked. "No, mother." We replied in unison. Under the moonlight Still thinking of you The love that was once cherished Has vanished into the blue Where are you now?. Asked my worried mind. How will I survive, through the darkest nights?. You're running through my senses, what else do I feel?.

She smiled sweetly, “We would all lay in the grass at night, we will count the stars, connect them, look for whichever star would shine the brightest… we would watch the moon, you see.” November’s quiet laugh was hollow and sad, a bittersweet feeling shared with her husband. Leonidas stares back at the red blood moon when November pointed at the moon. “The moon for us is the most beautiful kind of star. We could stare at it for long hours, praying and wishing for guidance and a better life.” Her gaze blurred, she laughs brokenly, “God, Leonidas, I miss them.” Leonidas pulled her closer to his chest. “Where are they?” he asked quietly.

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.