The cloak descends to take its place,
Darkness reigns here rightfully now,
A soft blanket engulfing vast lands,
Caressing and holding all like a mother.
The silent keeper watches all unfold,
Leaving fate to the hands that rule here,
Creating creatures meant to keep the balance,
A mistress of stars misunderstood in the quiet.
Her song is a sad one on the wind,
Never does her anger reach that of days,
The gentleness of cool air always comes,
With promises of healing for the burns.
A blessing with the break of night,
Peaceful in its slumber of day,
Joyous in the watchful moon beams,
Pacing through dark hours of freedom.