When the moon is bright, the night is met with a chill.

Walking about during this time causes one to feel thrill.

The Stars glittering on the skyline create

An image so fine.

The indigo atmosphere beckoning me to come out.

So I walk with my blanket wrapped around me

To fend off the cold from void of light.

I never tell anyone where I am going, for if I disappear

That’s just how my story will end.

When I gaze up at the sky, I wish to go to the stars,

And bind myself to them.

I will be one with the Sparks that we see during the night

And I will die slowly.