Now this is the story of beings of wonder,
Of daughters of magic, of sons of the light.
The story of children who learned to grow fond of
True life and true laughter, which now they unite.
One night, when the shadows began to grow larger,
When valses of anger they started to dance,
The moon saw the evil which wanted to gather
And down sent her children to make a brave stand.
On bright rays of magic descended the daughters,
On bright veils of moonlight descended the sons,
Together defying the black vengeance waters
The evil had summoned, which covered the ground.
A battle of seconds, of light and of darkness,
A battle unheard of, of life and of death.
In silence, the children defeated the blackness
And only the moonlight—sweet, tender—was left.
On magic ascended the children of stardust,
As stars once more welcomed the beings of truth.
The sky once again was a welcoming canvas,
A story of wonder, of hope—unsubdued.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 