Splendour of the night

Splendid  is the color of a dark night
Stars forming an enchanting awesome sight

Our night sky is among the most beautiful natural wonders ever known to man

Myriad coloured stars are a sight to behold
They seem warm when the night is cold
Billions of them, the magnificent milkyway
Which vividly span to the heavens far away

The moon can rule with its soft light
Beautifying the gloomness of the night
Yet when the darkness in the night is dense
Splendour of the night makes full sense

With their colors the stars seems to sing
During the night they are scared of nothing
Their silent Lullaby makes everything to sleep
And the bloody vampires begins to peep


Courtesy of the Rising Sun

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls,
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle,
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs,
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,
For thy delight each May-morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

Courtesy of the Rising Sun