Daring in the nights sky
Do my eyes turn dark black
In the solstice of the moon
Awoken are the black swans
That middle in Luna’s doom
Where is the lore of the muses?
That start all spirits in delight.
Give life and breath for those in despite
Slowly, but steadily, the ending night is in sight
what else besides the reddish blur of the moon?
It came around so soon,
The dance of the stars
in the rise of the solace
Who is raising wars?