Divinian

Their sky turns to dusk

Over the weeping of willow trees

Swaying in the tepid breeze

A howling moon arousing the forest

Children of the stars fall to play

In the winds their voices sing

Deepening trees swallow the moonlit trail

They follow the echo

Heard by the night

They tranquilize the peaking eyes

That scrutinize their every thought

To the moon's delight

They galavant amongst the path

Dangling from snakily limbs

They're like shadows

Laugh and cry

Live and die

Seek and hide

Cherishing the moon

Rolling clouds sprinkle dust

Upon their silkened hair

Of deepest black

Bouncing parades of peace in the night

They lead the watching eyes

The waning moon sets to rest

Withering a night sky to a zombie grey light

As with the moon

Beneath existence

Their bony feet scamper

To their maternal sanctuary

Hidden where farness cradles the earth