Children Of The Midnight Blue Poem by Steven Elsner

The cover of night,
Guide us mistreated kin,
Away from the light,
And into sin.

Nocturnal demands,
React to deft hands,
So thus we steal,
And thus we heal.

The moon watches o'er we few,
Disappearing without a view,
We are the children of lust,
We do what we please, never what we must.

Starry skies,
And darting eyes,
We move with haste,
We utilize your waste.

Decendents of the midnight blue,
We are but remnants of you,
Changed for our might,
We have become a part of the night.