Silver crescent grows slow into a full orb, a eye in the night casting it’s stare into the darkness. Diamonds appear across the black velvet, softly glowing as they rotate overhead. Noon of the night, encased in shadows on the birth of a new moon. Midnight is bright as day with the full moon reaching its zenith, the earth is kissed by moonlight, a silver land reflects the moonbeams.
The rare color touches the surface of the moon, fading to white as it rises, framed by black branches. The day slips away in sleep, the night stirs sometimes peaceful, sometimes violent it comes unstoppable as time. Surely as the sun will rise again so will the darkness return.