In the dead of night

in the dead of night i behold,
many forms of beauty,
in the dead of night i behold,
many forms of fear,

the hallowed haunting gleam i behold,
of the moons great radiance,
the wolf who bellows before it i behold,
to alarm its pack of a messy kill,

the secret soothing sweetness i behold
of the whispers shared by lovers young,
the shattering trust by yet yelling i behold,
of the parents of lovers young,

the sacred sighs of babes i behold,
dreaming in their treasured quarters,
the malicious malcontentment i behold,
of the intruder into their quarters creeps,