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Midnight Dancer

She dances, I come to her at midnight When the night is darkest And my rescue is foremost. I must be close to her Though her reach is far I dare not go beyond. The evil that hides is Never far this late hour. The night is patient and Welcoming. Any vestige Of hope for her bleeds And falls among the dust At my feet. I am too close Now. She warns me and burns me, But my will burns hotter And with one quick motion this Midnight dancer, she ceases. The night is silent here And with this dancers blood upon The toes of my boots I walk beyond Her reach now. It is too late for her And she lays cold now In the hallway. What have I done? Is this what waits for us all in the night? The new sun will not Reveal joy, just a lifeless body where My midnight dancer once was. I guess I'll head to the candle store In the morning for another.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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