nimble angels of the black
night come to dance
with me to the moon
coyotes haggard fangs show
sucking all the roses dry
  all the white roses
child of the winter
wrap your arms around her
tight
holding on to the only
thing that matters
that makes sense on this
midnight ship
  the creamy amber moon
rises as the
    ship drops anchor
men hold up the stars
         which fill
        the sky oh so bright
a nice shade of gold 
and as she looks at me
her eyes glisten with
such
      might