Midwinter Wiles & Valerian Dreams (The Enchanted Woods Cottagecore Collection #10)

The Moon's Call

The moon's call

Come, dear friends, and lay your burdens at my gate,

Let frost and moonlight weave the tangled threads of fate.

Stray, with wild hearts, into these curious dreams,

Where secrets told to trees slip softly in between.

We’ll dance with shadows under lanterns’ golden glow,

While laughter warms the coldest drift of silver snow.

And for a promise pledged 'neath frosted eaves,

The bargain may be false…yet blushing hearts believe.

A secret love, a hidden hope; this story’s bloom unfolds,

’Til a frostbound storm rolls in, a queen’s heart long gone cold.

But there’s no shadows without sun, no darkness without light,

And seven sparks from seven hearts can make a storm feel bright.

A curse or solid ice—both melt at true love’s flame,

If only dreamers dare to speak dear Winter’s name.

So join me, friend, to wander where the fair folk dwell,

And if you lose your way, I’ll guide you from their spell.

Though dark may fall, your dawn is never far,

When night’s own lantern is the morning star.