Of the Night

We are of the night they say

And I mean to prove them wrong,

For no creatures of these sapphire skies

Could so ever love the dawn.

Though the song of moonlight gives us life,

We die only for the day.

When she steals the breathe like a lover's kiss;

Watches over as we lay.

And though we love our lunar Mother,

She knows she is outdone.

For even if our hearts were willing,

They can only beat for one.