Perfect Night

The harvest moon arises
Its crimson mixes with the blackened night
Stars sparkle to the tune of unheard melody
The night's sounds echo, though silence is heard
The creatures of night have retired
Many below earth, though some still unsure
Growing relentless, the shadows darken
The golden rays appear quietly
Turning still to the moon's normal glow
Time stands ever changing
Quiet tranquility slowly diminishes
The sky begins exposes itself to light
In silent precession, all stars fade
Daylight breaks the horizon solemnly
Another perfect night given into