lying down under the Lamppost
looking up counting on stars
its dark lonely midnight,
falling asleep dreamy night
he appears from the shadows,
Misha wonders, , , , , ,
stranger or friend?
he draws nearer
cold breath shaking hands
with a silver chalice.
she trembles with exotic fear
and turned aside
he smiled grasping the silver chalice
he came closer and whispers
choose me for life
he gazed...
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