Mysterious Night

O, night, mysterious night
when your violet cloak chases
away the last rays of sun,
and the twinlkling star sprites
spring out to play,
shaking their skirts and wings
to create a symphony
of light across your skies.
When your shadows,
oil slicks upon the landscape,
fill up,
to form a vast sea of blackness.
When the bretheren of your heart
leap forth from their dens and hovels
to hunt, to eat, to live.
And your hounds howl at the moon,
the pale shimmering orb,
around which you dance.
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(Note: this is still a work in progress....I just thought up this part last night while in the tub, soaking! Any criticism is welcome.)