The Queen of Dusk,
the agony of morn
Nightfall, your spirit
enamors all.
Your magic permeates,
descends like a fog,
us humans are prepared,
ensnared, in this fall.
Laughter of inebriation,
trickles down the streets.
You watch and conceal a smile.
Lust and Love enraptures the roads.
You open your hair, and
observe-pleased.
Mortals taste the elixir of immortality,
from your cup of darkness.
Oh, night! How you fetter my spirit,
and then you set it free.
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