A night

His dark face stood

like a mountain.

Flirting with the blackness

of the night.

Little naïve creatures, in bliss,

wiggled and pranced,

at His foothill,

all night. 

These little creatures herded,

from distant soils,

to savor every piece of Him,

dusk till dawn.

Then,

a pair of puncturing eyes,

furtively, uttered

something enticing.

So, I now unwearyingly, hang on.