there was a little glow in the sky a silver sickle sharp moon cuts through the wispy clouds a little firework is upon this night full of expectancy and future hope there was silence fell at midnight hour a little fairy let nothing moved now she was called Bess let nothing stirred now there were some small lights began to appear like fireflies awakening more and more appeared with singing dancing and merry making there was a silver coin filling the depths of Wylda with gaiety and joy the wispy clouds had to praise to rising and waxing moon to the coming of the new season it was the middle of the story has fertile and full of growing seed this is my fifth story on the list to be blessed by the blazing fire sun the spark was bring growth wealth of food the night sky Beltane fire showering the air with fragrant spark the bonfire fire of the old year gone but having left its mark Delphinus and honeysuckle Nostrum king and queen riding on their unicorns so misty silver wafting through the woods like fragrant uplifting all their subjects filling them with love like unto the wings of pure white doves new days beginnings dawning like a jubilee fresh seed sown on fertile soil to grow skywards repaying toil the story ends now