When dawn turns dusk,
And day turns night,
When sound turns silent,
With absence of light,
And silvery moonshine,
Be final our guide,
To withness,
The magic of night.
In silence to life,
Spring shadow and shade,
When nature of day,
Starts slowly to fade,
And rising aloft,
The blanket of night,
Together with stars,
Most perfect a sight.
Yellowstone eyes,
Still bound to the dark,
Of beings most hidden,
Traced by their mark,
Swiftly and gracious,
In love of the night,
Strong and audacious,
To always abide,
The magical kingdom,
Of eternal night.