Nothing is living. All that remains is a shroud.
And then, in defiance, there is a change, a shift -
Beneath the strange, translucent fabric, darkness becomes light,
And you see that there is life after all.
The husk of what was, and what has passed now, is torn apart:
Oh miracle, oh impossible wonder!
Before your very eyes,
Moth Rah is born into the air.
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When I was only little I used to like watching the Japanese Godzilla films, where men dressed in bumbling dinosaur costumes would stomp about and roar at one another, always with the eventual aim of saving the world. Well of course, what else would they be about? But the thing that enthralled my child self was the divine Mothra: giant she-moth, beneficent deity, fiercesome elemental force. She would always come when her Priestesses called to her in their need with the power of their sacred song.
Well, I'm sure you can see why I was so inspired...
Now I have begun to write my own songs, in the spirit of a spell or a prayer, to try and connect with the elemental and the wild and to harness some of that strange power that you might sense sometimes, perhaps when you look up into the face of the moon.
...Still, her great wings beat, unseen...
Songs and more to follow, soon...
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