Midnight rushed into the wood

Winds hushing and shushing, just as they should

The moon time bird prepare for their flight

Treetop dwellers drop into the night

The Midnight Stalker, looking all 'round

Looking for He, who shouldn't be found

Lavender orgs, glistening so

Catch the sight of shadows high and low

Into the night, our friend goes to

Seeing only with the light of the moon

Tip-toeing, following with barely a sound

Under the wooded treetop crown

Wings span at great wide length

Hope fell at the beast's sure strength

The serpent of fire glides down low

Bringing destruction and loss in its tow

It senses who dares to challenge He

The Wyrm of Flame, great and mighty

Cat yellow eyes narrow and stare

The Wyrm's great maw lets out a bright flare

Sidestepping out of the burning lance

Our hero the serpent a haughty glance

He draws his beams of moonlight trance

Twin swords of the night begin their dance

Spinning and waltzing the swords dance low

Sweeping nothing, the Wyrm's movements flow

Jabbing and thrusting, the silver shines true

But just before contact, away the Wyrm flew

Swirling and seeking, the blades swing high

The serpent feels pain beyond pain so nigh

So close and the black looms very near

The Dragon of Fire lets out an angry jeer

Leather unfolded and spread out wide

The gone it was like the ocean's tide

Into the mountains the serpent went

Leaving only behind a burnt onyx tint

The morning dawns on cerulean skies

Midnight darkness falls and dies

Lilies bloom to drink the sun

The dance of the blades is now long done

The Midnight Stalker yawns and blinks

He climbs in a willow and falls asleep

The Night has slowly, slowly crept away

It's time anew for another day