Moon maiden

On highest beam of full moon night,
A goddess wove her magick rite,
Within the depths, hope took flight,
And turned the darkness into light.

Bestowed a gift to maiden bare,
With milky skin and eyes so fair,
The babe shone bright like Altair,
And cleansed the sorrow from the air.

With great magic infused in thee,
Strong and wise, a mighty tree,
The special babe blessed by three,
The one who'll lead the blind free.

The special ones bathed in white,
Their magick she will ignite,
Those elements forged to fight,
Under Mahina's great might.