Resting on a rock, before the glowing black sky,
The tall grass hides me from the shimmering moon.
A hawk swoops for its prey and takes prize near by:
Beyond this wall demons lurk to bring me to my doom.
Among these reeds, though, they stand tall and brown;
No skyward eye can find me – this creature of stealth.
Lost beneath these crags I know secret truths drown,
Only hidden in this darkness, can I find deeper wealth.
But before I can bring myself back to night’s evil,
The black shimmers; a shooting star in the sky.
Alas, I couldn’t make my wish ’round these people –
Like truth, my tears drowned and faded – a lonely sigh.