There they were
Dancing through the darkness,
Laughing at the moon.
There she was,
Her features glinting in the half-light
Reflected in his gleaming eyes.
There he was,
Twirling her around his arms
Like the ebb and flow of a tide.
Worshippers of night,
They glanced at the sun as he spilt his light
Over the horizon, and fled.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
There they were
Dancing through the darkness,
Laughing at the moon.
There she was,
Her features glinting in the half-light
Reflected in his gleaming eyes.
There he was,
Twirling her around his arms
Like the ebb and flow of a tide.
Worshippers of night,
They glanced at the sun as he spilt his light
Over the horizon, and fled.
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