Beware the dark of azure twilight
where lightning's arc will lure the sprite,
their wings, so stark, like velour midnight,
fair creature's that mark the allure of starlight.
Share thy tongue sweet lark in pure delight.
There, where spark of amour and passions ignite,
fair, the heart will embark on seas of obscure rite;
ensnare me, oh Plutarch, immure my soul with...
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