The darkness smothers diurnals plight,
The moon abates with ghostly light,
The stars twinkling ever so bright.
But when the darkness starts to wane,
We know dawns arrived, nights bane,
Clashing beautifully, on an open plain.
And then the sun, oh, the golden sun,
Its light chasing the mists till none,
Thawing the Earth, and then it’s done.
The light prevails, during the day,
But when night comes, it can never stay.
Together they come, on Durin’s Day.