Daughter of Night
by April R. Hunt
I walk not under the sun,
Beneath the moon is where I run.
The tall green grass I do not love,
But would rather look at the stars above.
For when she raises her fiery head
That is when I lie in bed,
But when the Pale Moon does call
Then I will stand proud and tall.
The sun sings a fiery dance
To all she sees with her glowing glance,
But the stars call for a stately waltz
That with I can find no faults.
For I am not a Child of Day;
A Daughter of Night in every way.
Little love do I give the sun,
For the Night and I are as one.
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