The sound calls sweetly to me
I drift unconsciously
Towards the beutiful serenade
of the music made
Light is dying now
The sun makes a final stand
But the the sun is swallowed by the Black
The trees come to life
The leaves play silently
The wolves sing to it
The Death of NIght
The King of their wild life
The sound calls to me
I drift unsciously
Towards the beutiful serenade
Of the Queen of the Dark
The Moon
The Ruler of my Heart
 
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