Perfect Kind of Night

It was the perfect kind of night.
The moon glared over me, spreading its demanding omniscient aura
over the serene darkness.
This was a perfect kind of night.
Stars, dancing in their ethereal elegance, welcomed me,
offering sympathy and freeing me from the pain, the suffering.
A wind, light in its chase, whipped and wisped through the towering evergreens,
disrupting the placid atmosphere.
This was a perfect kind of night.
The sky began to glow orange, and fire forced a rout of the stars and moon,
reigning over its newly conquered kingdom.
The night is over…and it was perfect.