October Night: A Soldier’s Nighttime reverie
The lunar crescent gleams on high,
And silver cloaks the evening sky.
Mars is setting, twinkling red,
While Jup’ter blazes overhead.
Dry leaves rattle in the trees;
October’s frost is in the breeze.
Midnight comes, the moon has set;
The night sky’s show is not o’er yet.
Orion hurls his meteors
That streak the dome like silver spears.
Ursa Major points the way,
To where the Lion stalks his prey.
Aurorae flicker overhead
In hues of blue and velvet red.
Rays of pink proclaim the dawn.
The sparkling points begin to wan.
No wonder after daylight’s flight,
I love a clear October night.
--On the Field of Cormallen, 22 Narbeleth, 3006 TA
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