Adventures in the heart of Midnight
Call for lightlessness.
Deep, and high, and vast is Midnight;
I mourn for my flightlessness.

If wings would cascade through my skin,
Downy, dark and silent
They'd carry me through, deep within
The heart of Midnight, silent.

Broader are his wings than any
To cover up our sky.
Cool and hush and sleep. So many
On the dreams of Midnight fly.

Defenseless against the rosy beams
That creep through his cloak,
He lifts his spells and steals away dreams
Till the charm of day is once more broke.

He glides soundless away to realms unknown,
Revels in his duty past.
Again, the earth has tasted Midnight,
His heart, downy, dark and vast.