Song of the night

Nighttime is but a shadow

Of daytime's darkened sky,

And upon this cloth most hallowed

In vigils Dies Irae sigh.

And Priestly moon an image

Of Sun's reflected light,

Now veiled in darkest dimmage,

Til morrow brings back light.

As from some ark, dawn's door is being cracked

And nighttime's veils deposed

As a Phoenix fully hatched

Ascends to its abode.

First colors painted by the dawn

Are of the color red,

As if from night some blood is drawn

How bleeds a thing that's dead.