Luminous and bright of wondrous power,
and a promise of the night.
Dark Creatures and Demons of its splendor,
come out to bask in delight.
Nightmares, shadows and vile things are provoked,
the dead groan their admission.
The winds howl in mad, mocking protesting,
for those alive to listen.
But the sun will rise and gloom will die,
followed by the wake of men.
Evil, deadly horrors are put to rest,
but the moon will rise again.
