Darker the Night grows still

 Darker Dark Night grows,
Bringing brisk cool Air,
that speaks of Autumn and Winter.
Of the Life growing dormant,
Of Life waitng for the Sun to rise,
While the Moon reigns in Her Brother's place.

 
 And Darker the Night grows still,
speaking promises of rain and sweet Water,
ready to quench the dry Earth
from the hot, scorching Fire.


 And Darker the Night grows still,
speaking to little ones of nightmares
lost deep, and dreams rising to bring peace.


 And Darker the Night grows still,
Awaiting for to the King's Spirit
 to take His Awakening Breath.

The End

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