We are children of the night
Listening silently, gasping for cool breath,
As love races in the darkened recesses of our minds.
Wings flap through a starless sky
With a keen and clear precision.
We feel the day’s end through the harnessed rapture of its warmth.

Now is the time of the children of the night
Formed in bands of eager delight.
Poised with purpose they roam, hungry.
Dancing in the soft, silent, breeze,
Like knowledgeable dogs hounding the air
Awaiting the whistle of command.

We delight to welcome these new times,
Bidding farewell to the old days.
Believing in the lure of the night,
A faith too real to be subdued
Even when seen by burning eyes
In the face of the western wind.