Whispers Beneath the Moon Beneath the moon’s eternal light, She walks the path between day and night. With raven’s shadow, with eagle’s flight, She guards the flame, the ancient rite. The eagle soars, a voice of the sky, Carrying dreams where spirits fly. The raven calls through realms unseen, Keeper of secrets, dark and keen. Her braided hair, a river’s song, Her heart where earth and stars belong. Between the worlds, her spirit stands, Holding balance in her hands. O moon above, O night divine, Guide her soul through sacred time. For in her gaze, the past is near, And the future speaks for all to hear. 🎨Artist and storyteller: Elvis Becker