A thick black temple robed
with silk of darkness.
A deep ocean of indigo that dyes
the sky with her bluish blessing.
The knighted night;
The moon is her lamp,
The stars are her lanterns;
Smiling on the earth
with their glowing and sparkling teeth.
Night is a beautiful bride
On whose breast I lay my head
Cuddling my stressed souls
With her blankets of mild breeze
In its tunnel of serenity.
Alas! Beast walks not in the day,
The freeborn walks not at night,
Danger lurks at the dusk,
Darkness eases the evil deeds,
Night’s beautiful but beast-full too.