Development on Lanterns will be slow this month, but I expect to catch up in August.
This week I've written the poem that will play out at the beginning of each chapter.
Lanterns
In the dusk of Autumn night,
The pale white moon glows ever bright.
Lantern flames begin to light;
Spirits visit and alight.
River
Trouble brews at the ford,
Catching us from moving foward.
A slicing wind strikes aboard.
Dying flames require ward
Flight
O lanterns won’t you float along?
Your kindled flames will crackle strong.
Lift our Spirits up on high,
To their homes in the sky.
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