I had a dream about this last night. Figured it was worth writing down in the very least.
It should also be noted that I know there are some intellectual properties with this title in their songs and stories.
However, I am not sharing this story for monetary gain.
Only for content purposes. And because I suppose I am a bit of a plotter. Tee hee.
Daughter of the Moon by Daniel Gatlin
There once was a kingdom on the moon
Behind the thin veils of lace and white we see from our porch
A place where the brightest stars made like a sparkling fortress
As a stalagmite palace rose from the depths and sheltered the moon’s children.
Made them grateful.
Made them powerful.
Some would say it was their songs which gave them power.
Power to make the trees grow. The waters shimmer. The magic happen.
Yes, the moon was a celestial Eden.
A place with no death.
The people here served a revered king.
Known for his skills, but it was his logic which the people trusted.
For he knew the great secret of their power. What is given must soon be taken.
And this was how he came to rule for over a century. He gave sparingly.
His two daughters were equal in power, bathed in beauty.
But one had a far too generous heart.
When she was only eighteen, she took her last breath.
Her generosity had been the death of her. What was given was soon taken.
The kingdom had never known an older looking child since.
The king grew sad. Then bitter.
His youngest daughter was forbidden from the magic.
She however was wiser than her sister.
And learned how to make due with the blessings and sacrifices of her ancestors.
The moon eventually knew tranquility once more. And peace, it was believed,
Would never end.
But like magic, peace had a way of being taken.
There came to the kingdom one cold and wintry morn,
A man with hair so long and red.
Sweat on his brow. Pride in his steps.
“I am an angel,” he told them. “A visitor from the realm below.”
He fascinated the moon children, with his tales of valor.
Of how he slayed mighty beasts, and explored the farthest corners of his land.
Even the king grew impressed. Welcomed him like a deity for tea.
But his daughter grew wary. Angels fell from Heaven, she knew.
They didn’t rise from planets.
“How can you trust him so?” she asked of her father and his court.
“Hush,” they said. “Let’s us see what he brings, before casting judgement.”
But the angel brought with him no goods. Or magic of his own.
Instead he asked a request.
“I wish for a bridge through the stars. A connection between us.”
There was much deliberation over this. Some in favor. Others knowing the risk.
And the daughter of the moon had her say.
“It will require much magic. Too great. Our lives would be forfeit.”
But the king disagreed. Swayed to the visitor’s aims.
“We can spare it. Think of what this can do for our people.”
And so they did as the visitor requested of them.
Together. The whole of the moon kingdom.
All except for the king’s daughter.
Who watched from the palace and prayed.
The bridge spanned the cosmos. Connected the moon and realm.
And with it came the armies from below.
Their numbers were as great as the stars.
So began, the time of broken peace.
As man and moonling slaughtered each other to the death.
And when the king had seen what terrors his people’s unwise magic had caused
He destroyed the bridge, killing all who tried to cross.
But the angel from below was soon upon him.
And laid a sword through the king’s chest.
His daughter rushed to hold him in his dying moments.
The king, bolstered by her strength, used what was left of his.
He made a final attempt: One last use of the moon’s forbidden magic.
He cursed the angel, made him mortal.
Forced him to live his final days back on the planet he hated so.
But there wasn’t enough spirit within the dying king for a wish so great,
And so his daughter had no choice but to spare her own.
The angel fell. So too did the little moon girl.
Both of them back to the realm from below.
Both bound by the fate of the king’s final curse.
Until the day when one should perish,
And to the victor, hope.
That one day more
A kingdom could thrive upon the moon.
2 thoughts on “Daughter of the Moon”
This came from a dream? Very creative. Of course, we’ve all imagined life on the moon. And like every day life someone shows up thinking they’re entitled to ruin it.
I absolutely love your mind. Keep working it 👏🏼👏🏼