I, The Night

AND I AM OF THE NIGHT. THE NIGHT WHICH YOUR HEART FEARS ABOVE ALL ELSE. BUT, BECAUSE I AM OF THE NIGHT, AND BUT THE NIGHT, DOES YOUR HEART FEAR ME? DOES THE SIGHT OF MY EYES TELL YOU I AM BUT A DEAMON? AHH,AND WHAT IS IT I FIND IN THIS NIGHT? I HAVE KISSED THE MOON AND THE STARS, AND PLAYED IN THE MEADOWS OF MOONLIGHT MY DREAMS HAVE CAST. I HAVE LISTENED, I HAVE BEHELD,AND I HAVE HIDDEN IN MOONLIGHT SHADOWS. YOUR LIPS, THEY ARE SOFT, BUT NO SOFTER THAN THE DEW. YOUR SIGHS ARE EVEN A SONG, BUT TIS NO SWEETER THAN THE SONG OF THE WINDS. YOUR KISSES ARE SWEET DELIGHTS, BUT THE KISS OF THE MOON IS PURE SWEETNESS. I LOVE THE NIGHT AS I LOVE THY EYES, FOR IN EACH I HAVE FOUND THAT I MAY SEE. TIS YOUR HEART WISPERING FROM YOUR EYES, AND IT TIS SOFTNESS OF GOD WHICH ROAMS THE NIGHTS. I AM NIGHT, IAM SOFTNESS, COME WITH ME. AND WHY TRUST ME, THE NIGHT? TIS NO ANSWER I CAN GIVE BUT TO TELL THE TO LOOK INTO THY HEART. I AM NIGHT, AND HERE IN THE NIGHT I GIVE YOU A SOFTNESS OF TEARS WHICH ARE KISSED BY THE MOONLIGHT IN THE MEADOWS.