Oh, how I love the night.
For it sings ever so softly.
Singing death's sweet lullaby.
Singing of Lady Lunar and her
silver eyes and her hair aglow.
She calls my soul and lets me free
lets me flee my body to sing with the night.
lets me sing, lets me see, lets me run, lets me hunt.
But I awaken, always must awaken.
but, it was diffrent this time.
for as I awoke it was not simply a memory soon to be forgotten
for when I woke I was me but looking with eyes of silver and hair aglow