Night

This sombre and uncanny, indefinite night.

Nothing seen; except the tranquil brow of moonlight.

The melancholy and envious gaining their callous might.

No truths or lies kept unaware from this all-knowing night.

In its womb; growing of despicable dangers and unholy wights.

But it also covertly beautifies the hills, rivers and bights.

The silvery river; gleaming under the lovely moonlight.

With blackness and emptiness; the vague vicinity is dight.

Before dawn, the black against yellow; giving its final fight.

But By Nature, the radiant-orb had to rise from amid the brown bosoms; to bring floods of mellow light.