Midnight wakes from it's slumber sleep
The Shadowing souls around they do creep
Stars cast glitters and beckon gazes
Silver meadows that become mazes
Moon reflects on a shimmering stream
Starlight dances; casting a dream
Mystical things that lurk the night
Songs of fairies made of melody and light
The Sephoria enters, the enchanting queen
A glorifying goddess that no one has seen
Roses follow the footsteps of old
As her warm breath breaks the spell and warms the cold.
