1 She wears a coat of the midnight blue,
2 And only walks when the star shine through.
3 She never stepped in sumney light,
4 hidden till the edge of night.
5 She drinks the juiced moon, be lost in the cool and sweet,
6 And leaves a glimire on her feet.
7 She hunts for tiny glimfins near,
8 Makes them giggle, makes them bright and clear.
9 When the morning comes, she does not run,
10 She sips her tea with quiet pride.
11 She hates the sun but love those breeze —
12 And sleeps high up in the shadowed trees.
Sumney — warm, bright sunlight of day time
glimire — glowing fire
glimfins — tiny little glowing creatures.