Long ago, in a world far from this one
A race of man lived with the Night
People embraced it with open arms and love
They lived in it and with it, working together
with the power of darkness and The cool air of twilight
They were fearless and ruled with mother moon
in grace and promise
But this race of mystic beings had a flaw;
their world was full of turmoil, as is our own
Pain, suffering Misery
L of man would soon come
to this flaw, the fear of these beings
They loved and cared for mother moon
for she protected them from seeing
their worst fear; the Day.
The day posessed the brightest star in their world;
The Sun, in their eyes; was pure evil.
It shone over their entire world;
exposing the world for its flaws.
The pain, suffering, hunger, the quest
for power that destroyed and destroyed and
The sun was bright, and shone so bright it
showed all of these things to man;
it showed the true state of their world;
that it was dying and wilting, and it was man's fault.
It will get better, they hoped falsley.
It will go away in time
Time will heal the world, but destruction continued.
During the day, the destructive cowards hid and slept,
away from their problems and responsibilities.
The world became a dry, lifeless wasteland,
but the beings did not see this during the night.
They could not see the world's flaws in darkness,
nor their own. Everything was perfect at night, beautiful and magical.
THE WORLD ENDED. Turmoil finally took over.
And ever day. the Men of night prayed to mother moon
for the suffering to end.
Mother moon refused to do something for men who
And so, one by one, the suffering and hunger increased,.
Thousands died every day, and the moon and sun
could start to rebuild the world that man had destroyed.
In memory of the men of the Night.
Damned to the deepest pits of Hell.
May mother moon have mercy on their souls.