I sing to thee, O Lady of the night.
Midnight princess. My pale silver queen.
Piercing the blackness with you ivory light.
High in the heavens beautiful Selene.
The guardian of slumbering creatures.
Mantle of Artemis, she of the bow.
Scatters her light on our sleeping features
As she flies through the sky quiet and slow.
Lantern of lovers, a candle for thieves
Singer of evening, the twilight goddess
Soar in the sky on Midsummer's Eve
You shrink and you swell, fading to darkness
Lady of the night, sister of the sun
I sang to thee and now my song is done.














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