I walk the bone-chilling Nightland,
At peace within the lonesome shroud of black.
The icy glimmer of starlight caresses my upturned face,
A lover’s touch…with a sigh, my lips go slack.
I live in the sacred spaces…shadows of the dark
Where only Mistress Moon is a welcome light.
But when Fiery Dawn steals the pure leaden sky,
My fearful soul takes flight.
Off like a shooting star,
Hurtling into the empty void of space.
Away, away I flee from the purity of day,
I cannot let sunlight touch my evil face.