The Night
A black beauty
She flies across the sky
Making way for her dark domain
Her children race behind
Leaving jeweled specks across a black canvas
As the domain darkens
The earth's people hide
This darkness,
They don't understand
They fear this unknown
Our black beauty sees this
She weeps and weeps
Why be afraid?
Can't they see,
The night is just as lovely as the day?
The black beauty runs
Leaving a trail of tear
And like little white ducklings,
Her children follow behind
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