A Nyxian Symphony

A Nyxian Symphony The sun sets My eyes close as night grows Thoughts and dreams are lost A soft melody starts with the twinkling of the first star Oboes and clarinets are far in the distance Yet their sounds echo through the rustling leaves The soft strumming of a wooden guitar comes with the evening breeze The drums rhythmic beat travel up from the aging cobblestone streets The forests give the air the voice to sing haunting melodies Nyx gave this mortal her blessing with her mystical symphony Bringing a peace and a hope to the darkness of night Her music will live on as long as the sun sets and the moon rises Her music will play as long as there is someone to listen Yet no one will praise her No one will know her name They will just know her music and that will be enough