Venus of the Night

Dancing golden strings in the moonlit shadows, Phantom silhouettes swaying in the pallid air Heavy curtains gracefully danced as the wind blows And devilish eyes by the willow stare. Songs of midnight with the breeze commune, Somnus' lullaby kisses my ear Nightingales and larks sing darkness' tune And drop of virgin's tears is all I hear. Mystery and beauty in one reunited, Not just mere signs of Luna's madness, Not just a vague portrait wilderness had painted But a mysterious and deadly visage of darkness.