Yes, beauty does walk
In the blackness of the night:-
Each day the sun
Leaves behind the night
To reflect all that was missed
As it wearily walked across the sky
To slowly set upon
The waiting horizon's bed:-
Indeed, the ebony essence
Of the nights beauty
Lies in the truth of the day;
Reflected in the purity
Of her beautiful blackness
By the mirroring of her moon:-
All praises be,
Having been given
A moon glowing skin
Of the beauty of the night:-