There is little comfort outside of nocturne's embrace,
The cool dark mystery of twilight's touch will forever be my place.
Laboring fervently while dawn remains at rest,
Building, bridging, and breaking all to protect the eggs in nest.
Do you hear its whisper or does it speak solely to me?
DO you feel the thump of its pulse rumbling mischieviously?
Its charm arrests you,
Its strength will bless you,
All while it continues to test your worth.
It's within its darkness that you observe the light.
Forever shroud me in ambiguity and I will exact clarity in the night.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Daedalan, in the year 312 AF.