As the night's pearl, the MOON, arrives Stars shine, dance, and SWIFTly fly As the SHADOWy hands of night caress The SONGs of the birds never rest. The echo of the WISPs of the night breeze, Mankind takes for granted KI'S Accomplishments with ease. Although sometimes STORMS fill the sky, I cannot help but sigh, and gaze upon the beauty of an UNDYING EMBER.
