The wind was cold
And the moon was on fire
A crack in the threshold
A glimpse of ethereal events transpire.

Someone to hold
Whispers of desire
The etherean creatures became bold
Spells to conceal their otherwordly attire.

On the horizon, a crack of glimmering gold
Erasing this night of all it's satire
The events were something to behold
And with a flash of yellow, all retire.