Now here we bathe in pale moon's gleaming glow,
our fingertips brush soft across the night,
it holds the light in ways we cannot know,
for soon will come the time it takes it's flight.
The wind which bade this storm to fall upon,
us mortal shapes which push away all pain,
and celebrate the marriage come anon,
of two young lovers 'neath two kingdom's reign.
Their separate stars are now aligned,
infatuation flowing fast,
but to their monarchs they must bind,
or solve the problems of the past.
This day will set the lovers free at last.