Creature of the night
In the fields of fireflies When the stars twinkle above I go prancing through the dark The sweet and comforting dark. When the moon rules the skies In the meadows the night breeze hums I enjoy the pale white soothing moonlight I roam free about, free of fright In the heaven when sun blazes fiery, I avert my gaze from the land, And retreat back to my familiar darkness. My home, my utter happiness.