Nightly Serenity ---

The Silence and composure, of a skilled artisans hands. The blackness of the twilight. Eager to bemoan the falling sun. A time of increased lustre. The moon shining, with grandeur, Fairer than the twilights spark, Jealous as ever of the two lovers, though even poles apart. Cursed to wait their whole lives, without glimpsing into the others eye, they live with peace and dance. Such is the medley of the night. A visionary choir of the artisans hands, and his symphony of the Nightly Serenity udit---