A storybook written deep within the glimmering sand,
the simple message displayed in between sunshine infused ink drops.

Drip
and
a
Drop.

Down
they
flopped.

Night descends; and all is lost.
Destroying everything acquired.
The glory of the lore gone;
gone to being expired.
The moon's ink was a tad bit darker,
A different story, altogether.

Heathens
and
Demons;

Down
they
go.

Well, just until the sun rises...

And out befalls the sunshine,
white ink drops plunging down upon
the glittering grains of finely attuned glass.
The storybook saved, until the next moonfall.