The wind speaks
Creature of the Night
the end is near
there will be light.

From your darkest
cave of doom
you will soon
see flowers bloom.

There will be
no endless fright
when dancing merrily
are fairies bright.

Shall Evil then persist
with its mad quest?
Demon or angel -
who will be Spring's guest?

Who needs it the most
the happy one or sad
the ones glad and merry
or those considered bad?

The wind whispers
Creature of the Night
the end of torment is near
for you there will be light.

From your darkest
cave of doom
you will step out
to see flowers bloom

and so your black cloak
shall be torn into shreds
that fly away
with the gentle loving winds
that now have come to stay

and you will be set free
like every living thing
to hear with pounding heart
the summer angels sing.