Night 

beneath the shade of my wings, 

deflect from all that is bright.

take shelter in my gray space. 

reduce the day,

all hail the night. 

Shelter 

soon your eyes will adjust,

and your body will loosen.

in this space, you fill every corner

yet belong to no place.

here, your mind expands,

your soul shall roam.

illusions take root,

you are finally home.

Transformation 

and just when you find comfort under the shade,

sharpening your blades and filling your quiver,

the doors will open, a mighty wind upon your back.

thrust into reality, where they will try to crack

the magic and dim your luminous flame.

remain true to yourself and when you’re in need, 

the gray space is yours to reclaim.