Another Beckoning Night

                Strange is the night, dark and lonely
                A peaceful, tranquil atmosphere calls
                Darkness of night speaks to me
                Its existence entices, to go foraging into its mystery 

                It sings within my mind
                Much like the Siren sang to Butes in Argonautica
                                        I wonder
                Does danger lurk behind its blackened curtain?
                Could I hope for an Aphrodite to save my soul as well?
                For want of an answer, only a quest would reveal.

                Bleak,and yet beautiful, the emptiness transcends all
                The aphotic maze, echoes unending search, with serendipity at its core.

                                        Must I go?
                Can I brave this solemn event, ever alone?
                Fearing what cannot be seen
                Not seeing what I fear
                Can I venture forth on this journey?
                Into this beckoning night
                Defy this primal fear...
                                        Go I must
                                        I must go
                                Into this Beckoning Night
                                        I am alone