Midnight Hour

Midnight Hour
Its an empty bed, a lonely night, as the shadow of darkness creeps up on thelurkers of the night. The moon still shines. Shines through the mist of evil. As the dark mist gets thinner and fades, the rays of the moon thicken. As it casts a spell on all creatures of the land, a cloud covers half the earth but will surely melt into nothing but a few droplets left on a blade of grass.
We awake not knowing what the world has accomplished the night before. Not knowing
where its thoughts have crept or what the
moon had risen above. Are we suppost to know what the eyes of the moon had seen, witnessed, are we suppost to know which wonders of the world it had shone upon?
Is it noctunral? No. It shines during the
day, we just cant see it. Does it want to
be hidden? Hidden by the glorious sun or
does it want to be noticed? Modest? Yes. It hides behind the sun as it shines its colors and beauty on earth. And as the sun does so, the moon waits for its turn to shine.Though without no sun, no moon, without the moon no beauty would glow at night, its thoughts would no longer creep but stay with us, Surely the moon would look just as beautiful without the sun. How modest,unlike the sun, so vein wanting praise.But we shall praise the moon, for the wonders it has accomplished and the
beautiful thoughts it fills us with during
the loneliest time of day, Night.We shall praise it for it filled my bed with light and kept me company at night.