Night Stars

Upon the slumber, of the morning light

Mischief awakes with a grin of delight

Madness and misdeeds mock with spite

And shade of sinners stain the Avenue

For evil's iron fist claims the night

But where lies the two, love and virtue



Love, adores her beau by candlelight

As the heart flutters and takes flight

With the moon's splendor shining bright

Upon the brahma Kamal in open view

For these bloom in the hours of night

Love sparkles even in the darkest hue



Virtue, a glowing Beacon of the night

Shepherd Three Wisemen to the Lamb's invite

For darkness could not hinder their sight

Now shade of sinners stain the wull in lieu

And the iron fist could not hold the upright

Blessed are the two, love and virtue