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Tis the evening awaits and all is still
Silence sleeps and it is so deafening
When the curtain appears she awaits a show
Will he slather her with honey
Or will her night be red and blue
She prefers the silence
They are lovers
Their sinuous shapes creep and crawl until one slender snake awakes
Lie naked and feed on the moon
As they are wide eyed and cannot speak, a spark showers upon them
Golden sparklers shower their souls
Shadows change
Brightness hides around the moor
Lovers lie among carcasses and it is a bloody mess
The curtain closes once again and the light brings change
A tear flows down her check
Was it a dream invited in prayer
She relives this on moons full light
In the distance she hears a sound
Too familiar for her comfort
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