Holding back Her smile from the
assembled moonlit children
The Lady pointed to each child in turn
Gesturing for them to step forward

For the first time
Completely alone
And unsure of the ritual
Each child stepped before the
mysterious Lady
And shouted their name aloud

The pillars of light
Would bend and resonate
With each new name
The sky darken by degrees
From deep grey
To black

And once each child had done its duty
And spoken
The Lady would turn her back
Forever upon them
Searching silently
For the next chosen few
On which to rest her eyes