Stars at night
The evening high
The mist comes down
There is no sound
Only footfalls that are light
A sweet herbal note fills the air
The morning glory at full bloom
Beside it a familiar being looms
Nightshade waves from its stem
At a figure that they all knew
Primordial and ancient
One that Zues even fears
A being who created the darkness comes near
Beautiful and somber
A figure stands tall
A woman in her garden
A woman who knows all
From the roses
To the poppies
To the lilies far and near
All offerings to Nyx
All grow here
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