The Artistry of Night

The secrets of the spirits of the creatures of the night.

Ours is the artistry of night

We are those that work with darkness

Our strength lies in lack of light

We manipulate the inky blackness

In darkness lies our lethal might

Ours is the artistry of night

Our first ally is the serpent

With nature's potent venom

He delivers a slithery strike

Yet his motion is his true wisdom

The motion of waves and all motions alike

It is the symbol of how duality unites

Ours is the tapestry of darkness

We are those that work with shadow

Our power lies in lack of starkness

We make wide that which seems narrow

In night-time lies our clearest cleverness

Ours is the tapestry of darkness

Second ally is the obsidian panther

She materializes from the jungle

As a predatory phantom from the ether

Armed with a collection of evolution's finest blade

She faces us in the moonlit glade

Teaches us yellow-eyed vision of darkened energy

Third is the poison-wielder

Formed of blackest shadow

She carries the burden as eternal widow

Her wisdom lies in her shape and creation

The balance of her figure

The eighth number in the story of her nation

And the web of her truthful lie

Doth timely grab an enemy

Whose time it is to surely die

Last is first

Our ultimate original teacher

Mother of all our allies

Clothed in the shadow of all our lies

She is nature's darkest seeker

Bearing the roll of darkest reacher

With patience for power she shows us

How to guide the darkness to reveal

Its' truest light-filled nature thus

Ours is the artistry of night

We are those that work with darkness

Our strength lies in lack of light

We manipulate the inky blackness

In darkness lies our lethal might

Ours is the artistry of night

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You have made the black night such a sacred color... the deepest shades of mystery and magic that wind themselves around us... and move us to life... So powerful.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Beautiful masterpiece. I truly loved this. Awesome write!