Midnight Muse Poem by Ro'in Mao

With night-hued shadows dance the silver strips
Of lovely Mistress Moon's visage ashine.
The crickets sing the fairness of her lips,
Their strings lay praise in rows out line by line.
The hushed breeze that sunlessness made cool
E'er lightly strokes the trees with loving care.
The father of the world prepares their beds of mool
And paths them soundlessly into his ware.
So thus the dark shall shroud unwary eyes
And dye their sight the shade of Death's best suit,
In doing once brought end to mankind's lies,
By snipping specious sages at their root.
The deed was swift, no sleeping beast did hear—
The wilder of the night twitch'd not an ear.