Moonlight Dawning

Play me music.
A song from the ages.
A melody brought forth
from the ruins and ash.
Allow the notes to ravage the breeze,
while the moon sings an operatic verse.
The frozen air whines within the darken sky,
steaming breath,
lovely phrases.
The sound of leaves cruntching underneath.
The lonely stars chant
a chorus in a unwritten hymn.
This symphony of the darkness.
This opus of night,
cresendos against the waking dawn.
Peircing light illuminates the shaded silloettes.
The new day is birthed,
with whispers of passion and grace.
The path is set forward,
at a steady pace.