My shadow seems to follow me, into the nether world, tween sleep and wake, rather wrecked, being tired does that to me.
And as I fight to stay alert my eyelids hurt, they struggle to defeat this night with perfect sprite.
A living flame.
Keen and burning.
Eyes are yearning for the sight and mind of moody moon tonight.
Keen in spirit, not in mind,as night-time colonises my brain.
Staying alert but, a bitter pain, for which no pills can take this ill.
Doubt I'll ever see it again.
My mortal endeavour, one in a million, to see Diana blaze in vermilion.
A gorgeous dress I'm sure she'll sport.
Witnessed only, should I not be caught.
In realms of sleep or I shall weep, for missing the event of the lunatic season.
Without a **** good reason.
(c)Livvi