There! Do you hear it?
There is a whispering of wings in the silence of the night.
With feathers as white as snow, and faces as bright as the moonlight.
They come to chase the nightmares that gallop through the dark
and to harvest the light of the stars.
They spread it over roofs and beds and sleeping eyes
and fill the night with music...
The witch that can heal broken hearts as easily as broken bones lives in a house built from raven feathers.
She sits on her roof in the shape of a magpie when Rahmiel
knocks at her door.
“What is it?’ she croaks.
Then she sees the angel.
“Oh well, I am coming,” she says turning into a very black cat.
“Who can say ‘No’ to an angel? Even when it is such a young and foolish one.”
The East is dressed in leaves and as slender as a birch tree.
Her lullaby is the song of the wind.
It reminds Luna of dancing with bare feet in wet grass.
Of her mother’s arms.
Of the light of the sun.
The scent of flowers.
And of being young, so young.
She falls asleep, the angel above her head
and the music like dew on her skin,
and when she wakes Rahmiel takes her hand
and they head North.