The Nightmarket
Come to a place
Where the lights stay on
Till the sun breaks through
The moon's blinding glow
Lanterns are floating
Crowds are a flock
As stalls start opening
All the chattering stops
A woman soon appears
In a cloud of smoke
With her wrists covered in gold bangles
And her dancing so slow
Capturing the hearts of the men
And to the women the opposite
As she welcomes everyone
To the grand nightmarket
You could buy a ruby ring
Or spices from distant lands
But it all depends on
How much money is in your hands
Sample a sweet or two
Have your picture painted
Maybe you like fine art
Or are interested in pottery
Buy a dress or a scarf
There are so many too choose
Plenty of styles and all sizes
For everyone to use
Smells waft through the air
As children run about
Scattering like ants from their hill
Or a small frightened mouse
The entertainers are here
With their traveling shows
They have come from far off
With their songs and woes
Flowers hanging from banners
Leaves curled to make goods
Jams canned with love
While ribbon is sold by the foot
The Nightmarket is an experience
That you may choose to have
We open at mightnight
So you may visit without plans
We are waiting for you
All of you newcomers
You will be treated well
As royalty is done
Everyone is welcome
Whether old or young
So take a detour off your path
And come join in the fun
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