Shall I compare thee to a midnight moon?
With chill that pricks the skin and seizes breath
Still, I prefer it to the sunny noon
For darkness, it alone can outlast death

In shadowed landscapes lit in milky grey
The silhouettes of trees and buildings blend
But I still see the path and head away
I hear the stream as we both sigh and wend

And even as the hour tips to dawn
And Luna hides her face behind the peak
The fresh air fills the lungs as I march on
But at the trailing edge of night I speak:

The Night is blessed for it sees every day
And I am cursed to live, then fade away