A magestic orb illuminates the midnight sky.

And the spectral circles of its aura devour the widths of my sight.

Another time has come for dusk to converse,

With the creatures of the nocturnal tide.

This is the dominion.

A dominion invigorated with only surprise.

And the richness of natures light.

An arachnid has cast a web…

stretching from vine to vine.

To insure this continuous lifeline.

For millions of years… centuries beyond end.

Many colonies of this breed have survived.

The spithra awaits patiently… off to the side,

Of the trap set high and wide.

Camouflaged upon one of the vines.

The hunter spies until its prey arrives.

With expertise among natures disguise.

Perfect tactics… have kept this species alive.

And so I turn away to walk along a steep blind path…

Which shall lead me further into the depths of the dominion.

The darkness grows darker with every step I take.

Lunar magestics flicker down through the oak tree tops.

Erasing what appeared to be a guiding trail unwound,  

Ahead of me.

I stop for a moment to concentrate my sights.

And now all I see now before me… are what seem to be,

Reflections of spotted light from the midnight eyes of the

Deep forest tribes.

I take a look around… in a suttle motion.

Thus, Captivated by the silence of the forest..

I come to realize,

I am surrounded.

By the Creatures,

Of the nocturnal tide.

No, I am not afraid.

There appears no fear… for there appears to be,

a different kind of peace in the air.

A christening. 

I feel it, and it is everywhere.

Everywhere..

And somewhere,

Off in the near distance, I hear what seems to be,

A body of water, flowing.

Slowly, I float into the direction of the sound…

I am enchanted by the forests voice which hath awaken the

curiosity within me, and I begin to see through the darkness

in perfect clarity.

With further motion,

I am only to be engulfed by a calming breeze of pureness,

From the fresh air cast through the now,

Moonlit forest, of Mother earths sacred grounds.

Moonlight Magestics… the infantries of the nocturnal tide.

“This dominion so rich with life”.

Moving on…

I approach a stream which is flowing between two banks

Dividing one side of the forest from the other.

And off to my right…

There lies a doe beneath an old oak tree.

The mammal seems to be resting…

As though she may be exhausted from the pursuit,

of the cruel chases in daylight hours.