I take flight,

fleeing with fright.

I was scared by the sight,

of only night.

I felt the bite,

of its might.

A black moon’s smile is swallowed by spite.

I can’t see without its light.

I fall in a river of night.

I’m laughed at in spite.

I fell past a sprite,

who soared like a kite.

She lifted my up into the light.

The moon now smiles without spite.

I no longer see the fright of night.

I just fly through the light.