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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2191724
What being a night person means to me.

Memories in stained glass beckon
At night's full moon
As I sit to consider
A life that has dimmed by light of day

Lamplight spills such contentions
Into a quiet place once tinted black
Far from worldlings' touch
Or their eyes in behest of more

My rocker sole accompaniment
Along with cable networks that go dark
And eyes closed on lunar beasts
Whose prey I am in cloudland

There the Greek Goddess Selene
Says she will save me
In all her starry incandescence
Even while sunrise sears both body and soul
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