Midnight

Masonic rituals performed by dancing shadows Inspired by the pale moons light Demons tempting chaste virgins Needing comfort in the chilling night Incandescent spectres, like mist, crawl from the mere Garnished in willow-o-wisp shrouds Honour to the midnights guardians That cry their allegiance, to the sky, aloud Trapped within the tunnel vision Harbringer seeks familiar ground Granite bars lock in silence Interrupted by the baying hound Nwyvre seated on throne of stars Deeming this the vision hour Isis sits nursing dawns unborn light Midnight; time of greatest power