The Witch of the Night
The full moon, drives the dread of the night, into dark corners. The light upon whose face it falls, takes a moment, to bathe in its shine. Wolves call it by name, and vow their fidelity. Then, into the horizon it sinks, making the dawn even doubt its existence. The desert winds, foretell the coming of the witch of the night, whose victims never know...they have fallen in love!
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