the beauty as the night stills
keeps her warm, though her body chills
the stars above her shine so bright
giving sun light, though it is night
a gentle kiss, one that thrills
a painful word, one the kills
imagination soon takes flight
nothing and no one else in sight
a moon lingers over the hills
illuminating a girl in frills
she sits alone, no room for fright
no time for tears, try as she might
a poison kicks in, she slowly stills
no more warmth, her body chills
the stars above her no longer bright
the peaking sunlight, gives end to night
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