Midnight…

Night

Midnight glided across the landscape,

Her black velvet cloak shimmered

With the reflection of a thousand stars,

Time stood still as she shrouded all in her wake,

Mistress of the night, she bade the moon good morrow,

Embraced the spirits that walked unseen,

And vanished into the darkness, as the earth slept on.

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