Fortunes Read.

Beneath the moonlight in the east upon the night expanse, the devil dances in the light beneath the stars of chance. Upon the fortune books are read upon the turning page, upon the dreams that we’ve conceived the words have been arranged. Beneath the pale blue lunar lamp upon the drifting clouds, the moon will move upon the hooves upon the forming sounds. Upon the written script and in the story of the while the moon will view what will be true beyond the lunar child.