Flowers dance in a midnight sky,
Twirling among rainbows that mollify,
Distant hilltops where they will rise,
Like graceful, mystic butterflies,
Beautiful teardrops in disguise,
Splashing gold, calling a lullaby,
Hidden treasures, piling high,
Guarded by dragons, galant and wise,
Whose fires burn deep in their roaring cry,
Over a world torn under vie-
Of a dusting, starlit midnight sky,
Protecting the land from shadow's lies,
The wind laments, a whispering, somber sigh,
The spirit longing to see, to open its eyes,
At world colored gold, from tears' dye,
Beneath the mysterious midnight sky.