A Short Poem to Start my Blogg

On the Night

The beauty of the
Dark is sweet
And tranquil.
     The harvest of the
      Moon;
      Peace and Luminesence.
The dark road,
Soft and eternal
In its still darkness.
     The time of Lovers,
     Arms intwined
     Beneath the aged' glow.
Still the crusted door
To nervous fears
And superstitous hearts.
     Still; 'till wolves
     Cry out their horrid songs
     Of watchfulness;
And all the world,
The weary bones of mortals,
Puts to sleep.