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?