Once the Day has gone to rest,
The Night comes out at her behest.
Diamonds fill the sable sky,
Telling her story in empyreal high.
Behold she, the Matron of Night,
The stars and moon her birthright.
They adorn her as ethereal gown,
Atop which rests her ebon crown.
Dark mistress, Maiden of the Moon,
Brings her parody of high noon.
Silver orb, full and round,
Illuminates the sleeping ground.
Lady of Dreams, Nyx Hypnos;
She sates those who feel morose.
Helping them with all she knows,
Guiding them to sweet repose.
Caring for her subjects in a dream.
Flying along a faint moonbeam,
Noting all that she can glean.
She walks among the void unseen,
On eastern sky breaks the dawn,
Lady Luna takes to flight.
The day may be Celestia's,
But hers will always be the night.