Spirits Tailspin

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In the moonlight's gentle glow,
Where spirits dance to and fro,
Their tails a blur, a whirlwind spin,
A mystical, otherworldly din.
They twirl and twist in graceful flight,
A celestial ballet of sheer delight,
Their tails trailing like ribbons bright,
Leaving trails of magic in the night.
With whispers soft and laughter sweet,
They sweep through the air with nimble feet,
In a tailspin of joy and merriment,
A mystical display of pure enchantment.
Their spirits soar, their tails aglow,
A bewitching sight, a wondrous show,
A reminder of magic's timeless grace,
A fleeting glimpse of a mystical place.