The Moon's consort gives Her the gift of a world rich and vibrant. A world alive with the sights and sounds of joy, of happiness, and of love. He places at Her feet the promise of another bloom, another breeze, another kiss form lips parted, loving, and patient. He bows respectfully before Her beauty, and lifts Her up into the night sky for all to see, all to admire, and all to worship. He commands the world under His reign to love in Her name, and He looks longingly upon Her face with lifetimes of adoration. The lovers eternally chasing, striving for those moments when Their love will touch and the world will be cast in Their shadow.
Long live the Oak King.
Blessed Solstice, my friends.
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