The cloudy skies on this dark night
Light up wiht dove white light
Penetrating near and far
Just like an albino star

The shadows jump amongst the trees
I'm consumed in my white marquee
A tender breeze to cool to touch
What god created such?

Water shimmers in the glow
A spotlight on the crowing crow
This magical theatre comes to life
Like Macbeth with a silver knife

But alas here comes the bloodshot skies
As the sun begins to rise
Pushing the moonlight far away
All to return, another day...