The Poetic Night is a poem written by Darytyg. The context is about how you must cherish your memories and never regret what you did in life.
The Poetic Night
We all hear of the Poetic Night
One night of mystery and magic..
The night where angels fly to the ground.
And where elves and dwarves dance under the moon.
One wonders why such amazement happens
On this fabled night so fair.
But then one realises that
The night is romantical in air.
As we danced in joy under the moon filled sky
As smiles entered on our faces.
The clouds suddenly covered the moon.
And rain fell on our clothes.
As if the sky cried tears of joy.
To the happiness that was seen.
But maybe the sky was foretelling us.
That all was not what it seemed.
For the birds chirped in light music.
The flowers boomed large and proud.
The wondrous animals ran in the forest.
The leaves falling in front of us.
The rays of the moon touching the ground.
The magic sparkles in the night,
The laughter, cheers and joy.
And smiles that beamed.
But the night was not permanent.
As mornings rays appeared.
All the beings turned to stone
And the music and magic died.
Instantly like a branch crack
All life died.
Then it was quiet
Not a sound was heard
and all we could remember
was the night that we saw.