When Shadows Play

To stand by is the greatest gift,  
Seeing light and dark's growing rift,  
And to bid farewell to dying twilight,  
Welcoming the return of night

To walk 'neath oak, where shadows play,  
And listen for the meadowlark’s lay,  
Music for the Cimmerian and dark,  
Echoes in the midnight's stark

To satiate the aristocratic abyss,  
And take pleasure in this ebony bliss,  
Where starlight gleams in whispered sighs,  
And the night unfolds with silent cries

In the heart of darkness, we find our grace,  
As moonbeams trace a forgotten place,  
Where light and shadow intertwine,  
And the soul's deepest secrets shine