Moon Mantle

Night falls with haste, endowed with dark despair, and spreads its raven wings across the land. The lifeless shadow chills the stagnant air, and grips the world with melancholic hands. Immersed in black, I wait for heaven's light, for only sanctity can pierce this haze. The fair nocturnal gem that purges night, I bide for its unwav'ring pearly gaze. They tremble, every shaded tree and lake; their silent, fragile forms stir anxiously, for soon their bottled silhouettes will wake against a silver, silk-knit tapestry. Moon mantle, rise and cloak this umbral earth with all your splendor and translucent worth!