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The Candle is dimming as Midnight Bears her head,
Letting her Cascading Tresses tumble forth upon the Night,
Sighing Deeply, she Raises her hands slowly over her head,
Releasing from her Gentle Grasp the Diamonds of Light she Holds,
Scattering Temptation that Sparkles and Glitters in the Hush.

In the Shifting Shades the Dim Hours Sing from Vastness,
She Sways and Turns in subtle, slow Suspirations,
Smiling in the Whispering blackness,
Wrapping her arms around her Lover,
Hesitant to waken him with the Breath of Morn
As she watches him Dream.

Beautiful Original Artwork by: Achaea at Deviantart