The darkness is upon us,
Night hour is near.
The world becomes suspicious
All hearts feel crawling fear.
This place’s so touched by beauty
Of twilight soft incense,
Shade’s troupe, in all its duty,
New drama play presents.
The nature’s falling silent
Till moment of moonlight –
To, when Blue Queen is rising,
Play Symphony of Night.
The scene so decorated
In moments comes alive,
Once magic deeply tainted
Shall fill the moonlit sky.
At that time we awaken
To breath, to feel, to touch -
In darkness born creations,
By night beloved so much.
All kingdom of the shadows
Is now for us to rule.
Great trees in dark tuxedoes
This concert make the spool.
And chords will strongly echo
To every farthest reach -
The music known by no home,
Though it is heard in each.
The Symphony of Night
© Copyright: Винсент Марков, 2014
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