The moon is shining.
The stars are shining.
The sky is shining this night.
And yet,
There is a sense of darkness.

The moon is a beaming silver face.
And yet,
Between its rays, there dance the shadows,
Dancing shadows in the moonlight.

The stars are sparkling diamonds.
And yet,
Between these jewels is dark,
A dark, empty void.

The sky is both,
Shining and dark.
Like the gleaming coat
Of a coal-black
Feral cat
Or shimmering like
A lustrous piece of
Black silk.

The night is a piece of black silk,
Held by starry pins
With heads of diamond,
And a beautiful brooch
Covered in mother-of-pearl.
The moon.

A lonesome wolf howls
An ethereal cry
At this beautiful,
Ornate pin,
With its intricate designs.
The wind whistles
A haunting lullaby.

You feel lonely,
And far away,
Like the stars
In the night sky.

The night has
Something,
Hidden from you
Like looking
Through a clouded screen,
Or murky crystal.

Its shape changes,
Twisting, turning, confusing.
Few know for sure
What it is.
An obscure form,
Hidden in the dark.

For the secrets of the night are deep,
And darkness becomes them well.