• It's Midnight.
    The sky is pitch-black.
    The air is cool.
    High above the trees,
    little stars dance within the sky.
    The moon shines fully,
    with a silver glow.
    Streams of silver,
    dance from the moon itself,
    to the earth below.
    I stand, in the middle of the glow...
    that flows to the fores floor.
    Hunter green, is my hooded
    cloak...
    cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
    be my silk tunic...
    while jet black covers my pants,
    as well as my boots.
    I am of the night.
    I was born into the night.
    Know me. Know who I am.
    I am...the night's child.