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The blackness begs my soul to dance,

As the gathering dusk replies

To setting sun's lost, fading voice,

With a thousand whimsical sighs.

 

I join my hands with that of Night,

And swirl a tight minuet,

As death's gallant players twine and twirl,

A ghostly lord's duet.

 

Stars circle 'round me as the heavens decend,

A planet swirls on its way,

Magnificent space storms of sapphire and jade

Shroud even the brightest of day.

 

Night gives a bow and kisses my hand,

Our dance together has ended,

And he escorts me down to the place of the living,

Where none before have landed.

 

A secret place, he bids me audieu,

Where night finds a voice and a heart,

Then in a chariot drawn by fire steeds,

Back to my body I'm brought.

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