When you asked Me how I Love the night
I simply smiled and said "utterly".
But did you know it holds me tight,
And all its creatures are a part of me?
Did you know upon the Moon I dance,
And sing with lonesome Stars?
Or that every time I get the chance
I let the cold, dark Wind in Heart?
I do not simply love the Night,
For simple is not deep enough.
I crave and yearn to feel its plight,
And instead fill its depths with Love.
You think the Night is filled with fright,
But little did you know,
The only monsters lurking there
Are locked inside their houses tight.
The only creatures wandering are
The Owls and the rambling man,
Birds, lost souls and sometimes Stars
Staying close to what they understand.
The Night knows only loneliness,
Not hate or love or empathy.
Inside her I'd stay lost, if only
I could hold her inside me.
The Night knows all Her lovers well,
Each fox, each owl, even every mouse,
But none more than the souls that dwell
In both Her Darkness and their Hell.
She comforts Me in her eternal arms,
Draping herself over me,
Sheilding me from further harm.
Knowing that away from me is where I need to keep.
She is the protector,
The Mother of the dark,
And if you seek her great embrace
She'll place a breeze upon your heart.
She is all when the Sun goes down,
Save a few lights to show the way.
When She falls here upon my town,
I rush to find my hideaway.