Lady Night (black tapestry)

Night, oh Night on black tapestry bright, why do you cry tears of stars? Knight, Sir Knight, bound to sister sun's daylight. Do you not see that tears are words, which cannot be said? My eyes will bleed tears, my heart will spill poetry. All who look upon my fears, all I wish is for harmony. I lie and on a grassy bed, the stars shine just for me. The night is my delight; soft on spirits freed. I talk to the moon, though tis went too soon. Where is its soft white light? No longer is its beauty insight. No longer can I put forth this fight, I’m left with the sun’s radiant might.

Author's Note

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