Creature of the night

In the fields of fireflies
When the stars twinkle above
I go prancing through the dark
The sweet and comforting dark.

When the moon rules the skies
In the meadows the night breeze hums
I enjoy the pale white soothing moonlight
I roam free about, free of fright

In the heaven when sun blazes fiery,
I avert my gaze from the land,
And retreat back to my familiar darkness.
My home, my utter happiness.




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