Once in a.
I know where the blue moon lives. You'll find him in the darkest village, dwelling in the castle on the hill. Look up if you dare, to see blue shadows skim windows nightly, a haunted moon with his face pressed against the glass.
He will screech only once this year, in August. Only once will he be set loose to canter between your dreams.
Then he will return to his grave, long fingers wrapped around a fallen star longing for golden tears.
Do not ask why he was cursed out of the night,
Or why black feathers always leap from his heart.