Night'
Your darkness, is bright..
with a subtle gloomy scent,
and an aura of plight.
Oh,
You are deceitful..
yet full of enchants.
You are the chaos..
yet full of sweet chants.
Your sound is blissful,
with silence being its part..
Your shriek is peaceful,
with creatures being its heart.
That moon is certainly proud..
'bout his shiny-silver shroud.
Yet, she barely knows a little,
that her pride will soon turn too brittle.
When the lovers soul will glow
through the brightest peak of meadow,
then the moon shall face the shame.
for her audacity and fame.
So, Oh dear night~
I beg before you to,
never end your time.
as each lurking hour feels a thousand dime.