The enchanting sun
No longer in emblazon
Being blanketed by the earth

Blackness blanketing the earth
Gleaming stars elate

Those nocturnal feast on well
As the midnight bell,strokes twelve
A castrate of endearment

Asent is the moon tonight
Something to pray upon
For it is indeed in perceptibility

The blackness of the night makes me feel,
invinsable
Cultured in art and beauty
Enjoying the caressment of the music of the night

Abstain what is fated
Cast a spell and make it right
Make the moon, indeed insight
Kiss it goodnight vivaciously with painted lips
For it is our only none vexation

Visible for comfort
Peering over us day and night
Never leaving out of spite
Alone it stands
With no shame or dispute

Demure lifeless it may be,
but the only thing I know to be
In the sky,
Watching over me.

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