Sometimes,

The ice doesn't thaw until the sun is gone.

And only once the silver moon,

And long dead stars.

Have come to rule the night,

Shall the ice begin to melt.

Some say,

That a new Dawn shall rise,

From even the blackest of nights.

But even the warmest of summers,

Must in time give way,

To winter.

For a day cannot last forever.

And so the moon and stars of midnight,

Shall triumph until dawn.