Darkness and the Light

Within the darkness, a furtive shape moves, 
quietly crossing the Black Gate's landing.
Under the cover of a cloud hidden moon,
a whisper of movement, quickly silenced.
A sudden gust of wind pushes clouds aside,
letting the starlight reflect upon cold eyes.

Tendrils of light beckon from the open doorway,
Drawing the shape to the soft laughter within.
As the shape stealthily peers into the room,
a voice lifts in sudden song, rising like a mist,
flowing through the doorway and striking deep.
The shape staggers and a dark hand grasps the door.
With a cry the dark stranger flees into the night,
the lilting voice following, a haunting refrain.

And the singer, sitting in a chair by the warm fire,
smiles as she sings, looking down upon the child,
held fast in her arms, already asleep from the song.
The lullaby ends and the mother puts the babe to bed,
kissing him gently upon soft curls of gold.
Moving to the open doorway, she raises her eyes,
heart full with the bright moon's shining.