• Sleep all things of the day,
    For the things of the night come to play.
    Wolves and owls and minks and foxes see through the faint moonlight,
    Seeing with eyes that have no fright.
    Live with no fear,
    Because the ones of the day are nowhere near.
    Sing your beautiful song,
    For the night shall not last long.
    But soon the blinding sun will rise,
    And you must say your goodbyes.
    Don’t be too sad beings of the night,
    For your twilight haven will come again with not a fright.