Nights in White Satin

I always like the poem that ended the song.

"Breath deep the gathering gloom, watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament, another day's useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son, senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night, removes the colours from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white, but we decide which is right and which is an illusion."
-The Moody Blues