In the darkness of the night, I look outside my window. All is dark, all is quiet. I rub my eyes, nothing to see. As I lay down, a tiny light starts to dance within the black woods. It comes out of the inky black forest, it throws it's head high. And then I hear, The music of the night. The Delicate creature swings and sways, as if it is in a ballet. I sit in awe as the the delicate soul ends the wonderous play. The rises in beauty and dare. But the beast ginglery bows and retreats into the woods so fair. That was the night I'll never forget. The Song of of the and The Dancing Light.
