Betrayal By Night I used to remember staying up late to watch the moon, stars, and clouds mix together into a beautiful picture. I used to stay awake for a while longer, to watch the moonlight glow into my room through the curtains, creating beautiful lines of blue and black. But over the years, a fear came to me. I feared that the darkness can hide terrible things. I suddenly started to sleep than watch the beauty, feeling my heart jump at every sound, pulling the covers over my head. I used to pretend I was the Queen of the Night, calm and collected, beautiful and moody. I used to pretend I have control of the night and stars. But the night, my loyal friend and subject, betrayed me almost like King Henry V and three of his men. The night robbed me of my love, filling me with dread. I used to love the night, what had happened to me?