The Knight of Night

Dark skies, pretty lights,

The city, alive, ablaze

The night is still young, my friend

Do you want to have some fun?

Then come tonight, my place.

My place is quite far, my friend

In yonder skies above

The view is fantastic –

If you peer down from thy mighty throne

You’ll fall in love.

‘Tis beauty itself, my friend,

Of the moon’s essence – white and opulent

Its pillars are made; the floor of obsidian

There are no walls:

The stars are gems, heaven-sent.

Look down, look down, my friend

Look at the forest below –

Such majesty in the choking dark.

What use is daylight, my friend?

The night is when silhouettes show.

The night is the truth, my friend –

The day is but a show:

Your mask comes off when you have a mask on:

You are on guard

Until you know which way the winds blow.

Do not look towards the alleys, my friend;

Look at the city –

The city is resplendent,

The alleys are dark –

You’ll find no end to endless subjects of pity. Rejoice, enjoy, my friend:

I’ll bring you nectar made from moonlight

I’ll bring you fruits of stardust.

Mirth flows – a milky constant –

Transitory is human plight.

Why do you still cry, my friend?

For the one murdered for money? Or for the abandoned child?

Or for the helpless maiden wholost her innocence to a heinous villain?

Or for that mother who lost her child to cold and hunger?

Fret not my friend over such trivial things – the world is wild.

For the sins of the world, my friend,

Why do you cry?

Do you not hold the power to do something for their plight?

Then why do I see defeat on thy face, my friend?

Why give up without a fight?

Go forth and spread my light, my friend;

Show them the truth which evades their sight

For I am the Night myself, my friend –

For me, become a Knight of Night.