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.
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