why are the skies blue and the field green?
why is the sun always shining and the moon looking like a sideway grin?
its brightness call me to the delights of the night,
my mum said nothing good ever occurs after midnight.
but that is when you are at your bravest and you shine with great might.

i cannot stay away,
the colors the light.
like a moth to the flame,
a dance in my flight.
i will burn for things i do under this shadow and not let you out of my sight.