The silver glow of evening's mother,
beauty in a spectral form,
bathing now this land of darkness
in the brilliant sacred starkness
and dissecting nature's light
to puzzle-pieces of the night.
Monochrome nocturnal,
Diana's blessed realm eternal,
ripped by moonbeam arrows bright,
to bleed until the morning light,
when Apollo's blood commands
the nourishment of all his lands
with Iris's palette in his hand,
and nature stands renewed.