The night falls over the earth
with a blanket of soft snow.
The moon hides her face in the clouds.
a horn of pearl and purest silver
Rises through the mists of the coming winter
Stepping forth a hoove of gold
the moon slips forward to gain a closer view
of a noble creature once forgotten.
She wonders how such beauty could be forgotten.
This would be the eve that the world would remember.

~Gabrielle Branscom~

Thank you Knightess Alanna
for the beautiful gift.......;0)

Click on the award below to go to my Christmas Page

Wooooooooooooohoooooooooo
I won first place at Create a Wreath Contest at Fantasy Fights.......;0)