By the dark of night to write,
of the troubles thy heart does fright.
Disenchanted, incredible, or in between,
worried of falling short to be thou queen.
Heart from onyx, heart from pearl,
yet will obsidian make thou twirl.
Here today, work tomorrow,
absence brings thy sorrow.
By the dark of night to write,
until the night troubles no longer fright.
Image by: Chris Addams at http://chrisaddams.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Moon-112614050

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