Treasure trove
In moonlit gardens of forgotten lore, Where ancient gods and goddesses roam once more, Luna weaves her mystic, silvery spell, A thread of secrets, hidden well. With every phase, a myth unfolds, Of Radha's love for Krishna's hold, Or wayfarer's hunt, beneath the night, Seeking transformation's delight. In mystic groves, the celestials sway, Honoring the cycles of life's way, From new to full, the moon's wise might, Guides seekers through the darkest night. As moonbeams dance upon the sea, The mermaids' song echoes, wild and free, A call to journey to the unknown, Where Luna's mysteries await, unsew n .