Spell of The Mood.

darkest night, beneath the moon, within the shadows lair: within the passing starlit flight, within the mood we care. Upon thy logic, turned in fact, within the secrets sealed, upon the hidden hand of truth, in words to be revealed. In hours versed in seconds termed, in sentences to state: in voice upon the sands of grace, in moments to create. In time forecast upon the written dark side to compel, the noises travel to be heard in dreams upon the spell.