Poem - The Night

by Atrice

A light in the dark

The darkness in the night The moonlight shining A light wind blowing

How much beauty must there be

To make the night unreal How much blood will one give To make ones life un-dead

Yet the night is young

Still we hear the birds Flying around in the dark This is the night

But wait and listen

This is not the night The clouds become golden This beauty is not the night The birds are singing What is this light

This is the dawn

And the day will begin The sun will shine And the un-dead will sleep

And while the un-dead are sleeping

That´s when I can live But still I ask Am I a creature of the night