A Moonlight Rhapsody


This is my inspiration for everything!
It's by Anthony Casay, so don't sue!
I love this work!


This is the first work I ever did that ever resembled Sailor Moon, and I wrote this last year for an English class. Although it doesn't really fit in story, and the girl doesn't even have blond hair, I think you'll like it, if you're a romantic like this...the midnight messenger used to be a moonlight knight...

The moonlight plays a rhapsody in her hair, ribbons of heaven weaving the ebony. The diamond of the seven skies awaits the night in its ivory throne, illuminating Earth. Its light is full, for rhapsodies are never composed when the moon cannot use all its symphonic brilliance.

The sky's spell is a shimmering veil over all; the pink scarf dancers dwindle at the horizon. The shadowy tide drowns them, producing echoes of starfire across the sky. They play in her twilight eyes, chasing around in the light sparkles among the depths of darkness.

Waltzing to the languid night melody, the clouds drape the sleeping sky, encompassing the glowing moon and fringing the ends of the night. The moon dips them in silver filigree, the sheer luminescence masking the stars.

The flowers, the colors of silken sunset, entwine with the thread of moonlight, pleating a canvas in the air. The blooms paint a symphony, the colors dashing into the picture, and rushing away, leaving only streaks of color. Their fragrance slithers seductively in the air, filling her lungs with the perfume of twilight.

The ocean lulls in the harmony; the waves crashing against the rock below are a welcome sound in the ensemble of dusk. The moonlight dances on the water, tiptoeing with elegance, leaving nothing but footprints. Sprays of ocean tendrils float to her balcony, filming the alabaster curvatures of her face, and brushing against the rose in her cheek.

At the horizon, the shadows creep up above the ocean, their grand presence accenting and darkening the air. The shadows, lushed in satin forests and velvet moss-covered rock, whisper the night's stories, the subtle sounds stirring into the music, and drifting to her porcelain ear.

The wind billows over the night; its reed echoes in the canyons of distant mountains, saturates the feathery flowers. It is the Midnight Messenger who brings the night to her, who caresses the soft folds of her dress.

She spends many a night here, lounging on the balcony, listening to the moonlight rhapsody, waiting for the Midnight Messenger to come to her. The marble floor beneath her is as soft as a cloud, for she never touches it...she is always dreaming, and the purity in her eyes convey one thought, one dream only...love.

He comes to her, now and again, this mysterious Midnight Messenger. The rhapsody is his call, and he comes, always bringing everything of night to her. He harvests the stars for silver, he mines the moon for diamond. But never has he seen so rare a jewel as the one that awaits him on the night of every full moon at the rail of the balcony, looking up at the sky, eyes waiting with patience and hope.

And when he comes, they sit down at the balcony, watching the stars free themselves from the clouds, showing their purity to the world. He tells her of his journeys there, and talks of the wishes he has of bringing her there some day.

The dark mountains slip up at the horizon, and he tells her of the tales of the dryads and fairies that dance there, holding a white ball every full moon, frolicking in the moonlight rhapsody. He unveils the hidden castle in the mountains, never visited now, even by the ghosts. They will, one day, he says. The myriad of trees will shelter them from sorrow, and the mountains will cloak them from confusion.

He recounts his explorations of the ocean; where he finds the pearls he gives her, where he discovers shells that whisper her name, and he promises he'll take her walking on the ocean, where the tumbling of the waves shield their secrets, and the cloud-fringed tides wash away the traces they left behind.
He describes to her his castle in the clouds, where they would be wed, among the angels of night. He illustrates to her the Cloud Chapel, that guards over their love, and preserves it always. She'll wear a bridal dress made of silk from snow, dipped in the satin of white rose petals, and all will be there to admire her, the future wife of the Midnight Messenger.

He tells of the castle on the Moon they will live in, where everything is as perfect as her, he says. He describes the exhilaration in flying there, in flying anywhere with her. He paints a picture of their palace for her; pillars of finely sifted moondust, lined with silver starlight, windows of flawless sheets of diamond, floors of ivory and marble, and chandeliers of water crystal. In their home, he says, nothing would exist but happiness and love.

And then they sit in silence, while the moonlight rhapsody plays on, minstreling the vows of their love to the twilight, whispering their magic to the world.

Copyright 1997 by Crystal Heart And here it is, my huge descriptive scene, which was derived form the very picture displayed above it! I got the picture, believe it or not, at the gift shop of the Cleveland Zoo!!!

I'll take you back.