As the Night is drawn,
In the spectacles of my mind.
I stand alone,
In the shadows of light.
My eyes turn to the moon,
Whose gaze is pallid and ghastly.
Now they shift,
Becoming Scarlet irsises.
I am a beast of the night,
The nocturnal moon is my call.
To summon from sleep,
A girl of the night.
I am the one in the shadows.
I fight for that right.
I take your hand
As we run though the rigged woods
Running feeling the dead trees crack
Beneath our feet
We stop by a small creek
You take me steadily in your grasp
As we walk further under a small dark bridge
You turn your head up
To look up at the moon
I feel you against my back
Searching for the stars
The cold winter breeze
Bites at my skin
But your body
Holds me warm
The gentle tickle of your breath against my ear Telling me of a story
The moon, the night, and the stars
When the wolves cry
The darkness sets
And across it all it shines bright
These are the moments
The moments I cherish with
In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed
Across the Autumn skies they race
Over this shadow realm surreal.
On evening shadows now, I gaze
A gentle wind swirls through the trees
From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed
Thin branches stirring in the breeze.
Lights flickering neath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine within
Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.
In these dark shadows, spirits drift
Translucent ghosts and dryads old
From this meadow, I sense their gift
Strange stories from the wood untold.
Oh let me join thy sylvan fest
Pale spirits of this Solstice night
Before the Moon sets in the west
We'll revel neath her misty light.
Breathing the misty air, a cloak drops to me,
the sunlit drops fall to my eyes like flower petals,
fading the evening star falls,
for it is no more than a longing night imagining your lifeless eyes...
Nights are filled with endless weeps,
Nights are filled with broken hearts,
Nights are filled with happy faces,
Every night is different
Yet every night's the same.
I can hear you whispering in my ear, every night before I go to sleep:
"You will always be fond of me.
I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit."
And to that lullaby, my eyes rest.
The quote is from Oscar Wilde.