Plague Rose

The clock strikes twelve
I am alive and whole
All but heart and mind are well
I hear no bell toll
I am quiet
And hope to see
In my utter silence
Midnight-time come over me
A time of cheer for me
So soon
A time long-lasting
Only then can I see the moon
In all her glory!
Though not always complete
While she will be gone by morning
Her self I am truly glad to meet
The clock strikes one
I am still awake
No dreaded sun
My solitude will take
The Moon she hears me
Calms me down
The Sun he sees me
But makes no sound
The plants they praise him
That bestower of light
But wolves degrade him
And praise the night
For day is loud
With laughter true
But even violence
Makes no sound
When the Moon shines through
The Moon, she is but a planet
And the Sun is but a star
But in this world we take for granted
The things we say are much too far
So the Lady Moonshine
With her shadowed heart
Burning holes with a gentle sigh
A sense of purpose
In every heart
And the waves that dance
For her credence
Mold the lands
As to paint a picture
With every mark
And the wolves will sing
A song of meaning
To them a prayer
And to her it is healing
For to know that they are there
Gives her reason
To look at the world again
The clock strikes three
It's been two hours it seems
I am asleep
And tomarrow will wake
And wait for the night
And tomarrow complain
Of how I hate the light
But for now I sleep
Rest for her
The Moon that sings
Only in the third hour
Of morning
And midnight-time
My favorite time
Is over
So now I wish you
All goodnight