14 May 2012
Now...it is Night. Where I open my wings in my powerful stride. I walk across the hall of reality in disguise, I am, what all...despise..
It is night, Where my powers are highest. It is night, Where the poet's mind is ripest.
It is night, Where love is open and honest. It is night, When the raven leaves its dewy nest.
It Is Night • Opuss № I