This soul has longed for that one sacred night,
An hour of darkness veiled from holy light.
It was that force which drew me to the earth,
A dreary night, yet filled with fevered mirth.
A night whose tale should never leave the tongue,
Yet not for gain nor praise from anyone.
For nights return through every day and hour,
Alive they stand, a silent, timeless tower.
Shall we all answer when the night does call,
Unaware if truth or error guides us all?
Remembered still within the realm of dreams,
Though left unspoken, more than what it seems.