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Night's Splendour

Now it's time,
To leave the light,
                                Darkness awaits.

The grandeur of the moon,
Lures the sun,
                                To jilt the day.

Calmness serene,
The vales rejoice,
                                 In zephyr's play.

Nature pristine,
The whole world seems,
                          Like a winsome portrait.

How alluring the night,
Charming in it's flight,
                                Bewitches the lay.

The orbs about,
To the pearl of the sky,
                               Bow down and pray.