Tyrants Of The Night
Rush onward in your endless flight,
by Marjorie Foster Fleming
Oh, giant tyrants of the night.
Less shaded by a veil of gloom.
I fail to see the summer moon.
Unlike the firefly or the star.
Designed to flicker from afar,
Moon's glow was meant to flood the earth,
In her the poets' dreams find birth.
My life, my loves, I must impart
To this enchantress of my heart.
So, clouds, begone to distant skies
Let moonlight beam all it implies.
In darkness, love is lost by broken ties.
Lovers neath a shining moon say "adieu"
to sighs and cries and love that dies!
Moon spell prevail...
O'er hill and dale
Romance be king!
While tyrants of the night... take wing!