Midnight

The trees are ghosts
Sulking too and fro
In the grasping wind.

The stars are dancing
Twinkling through the
Blackest blanket.

The moon emits a stalking shadow.
Though which death creeps.
Around the corners
Through the light.
Claiming all along its path.

Dear trees,
Make me a ghost.
Let me sulk with you
In the grasping wind.

Oh stars,
Make me bright.
Let me dance with you
Through the blackest blanket.

Beloved moon,
Cast me with your shadow.
Let me walk with death.
Around the corners
Through the light
Claiming all along my path.