The twilight stars in silence stare
down from mists of higher air
as creeping shadows, sharply cut
(light from moon makes them jut
are making paths through strips of light.
Swiftly falls the cape of night
Around the town the streetlights shield
house from darkness of the field;
our faces shine. All cares aside,
frivolity has been denied,
we now hear.
We hear the story woven, told,
all its glory spoken bold,
not watchers but identified
with hero, villain, husband, bride;
said, not seen,
incite the flame inside our souls,
chase the shadows dark as coal
with human life imbues our minds,
gives us hope, our hearts unbinds.