The curtains draw, the dawn is sure the darkness will display, the stars that settle in the west the moonlight will be trained. The shadows wander in their depth, upon the land they’re found, within the light to reignite the brilliance they’ve been bound. Upon the image to the fright, of demons to be termed, with words observed and overheard and candles to be burned. In shades off set by working wisdom conversations spark, the worth of verbs in versed concerns in silhouettes of heart. Upon the cover of the sky, upon the planets face, the sunlight will deliver all that morning will embrace. Upon the story of the lift, up from the spirits mourned, the entities delivered in the daylight to be formed.