Pass over of princely states
Underdogs of the last revolution
Shadow people
All come alive
When the sun goes down
And drowns into the blackness
Of the tiny milky way of waste
Then the moon falls full
Over our eyes
Under our feet
A silver disc of the racing ravens
The light of the night
The love of my life
Burning without a sound or sirens
But even the love of my life
Can’t fight the blankness
The time of the beasts
And dont you find it also strange
That all ghosts feel visible in the night
All vampires walk in the night
Werewolves rise with the moonshine
Spirits curse in the shadows
And thieves plot also
And sins of the flesh taste better in the night
Murders of brothers are safer by winter nights
And breaking hearts feel heavy with the summer set
All grounds seem witch held by dusk
And all children must be home or else
And yet what difference is there between night and day
But a temporary loss of light
Maheen's Muse 