Palest flesh entwined with dark,
Enchanting voice that all must hark.
Enthrallment gained in shadow's flight -
There is no beauty but in Night.

Howling darkness disquieting the brave,
When shades are through - no soul to save.
Chilling blood - unbearable sight!
There is no horror but in Night.

Movement on a breath of air,
Silent gestures beckon there.
Enticing even as we fight -
There is no grace but that in Night.

Shadows writhing at our grasp,
Wraiths consuming all things past.
Foolish enemies flee before might -
There is no power but in Night.

When warmth has vanished from the heart,
When cruel becomings take their part,
When hope is gone, and there is no light -
When all is dark, there is only Night.

In beauty, terror,
Grace and power,
There is no other but the Night.