The Moon and the little lights. The moon shines bright on the dark and windy night. Little firflies, like a blaze, adding light to the arctic haze. One big and many small, all shining their luminos on the darkened grounds during fall
The lights pierce far, the hunter in the sky, with his triple eye close to the evershining star. It breathes light, it seethes light, into the flank of the stellar night, shining a phenomenon for a truely remarkable sight.