The breeze fluttering through the hair like the wind's own fingers.
Night whispers things into my ears,
I love to hear what he has to share with me.
He keeps most to himself, adoring his own secretive ways.
To me he will speak most to.
Some cannot understand his words,
Some cannot hear his alluring speech.
Those are they that are shielded by Day.
Night is the one I wait for,
And succumb to his every whim.
He is my friend, my adviser, my glory.
He may be of darkness,
Mysterious, passionate, and enraptured beauty
But that is what my heart most years for.
He is my life.















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Deca x x x
"Believe and I will fly?"
"Yes, all you have to do is believe."
"I believe, I believe, I be...AHHHHH!"
"Oops, forgot to mention you needed fairy dust..."
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