my moon's shadow

lately my moon has been talking to me about the ghosts that encrust his spirits, girls he has loved and created before there ever was a me. one was sweet constellation eyes, (i have her story for you very soon,) and another is a girl who is much more timid. my moon's shadow was born out of one of his spells; in ancient times when his partners were the witches, and his lovers were creatures of the sea. he cast pink fog throughout space and she danced out of the darkness. soon after that the witches were drowned and set alight, my moon's shadow continued to dance.
the shadow appears as a young girl, my moon's marks underneath her eyes and a dress sewn from stardust. sometimes when i lay cross-legged in the twilight mist i can see her riding her rocking pony throughout the sky. like me, she likes to rhyme words and i have several books of our poetry underneath my mattress. i teach her potions made from leaves of the forest, and one evening she convinced to leap from my bedroom window to join her. i nickname her wendybird, wendybird the lace bat.