Under the moonless sky

I write with the ink of night

In the shadows lurk 

malicious elves

I must beware-they bite

The archer with her moon-bow

The lunar queen bright pearl

The gathered shades

in Winter glades

a flouncing midnight girl

Ideas whirl like midnight leaves

Theyvscatter on the ground

Ingather them together

Hope for a poem profound

But then the elves

sink in their teeth

Their venom seethes and burns

I wander through 

the midnight hour

until my muse returns