Slowly creeping
On the horizon
Following the sun
Turning light
Into darkness
A new time
A new world unseen
Deadly creatures come
Glowing flowers bloom
I'm the dead of night
The natures symphony
Is at its peak
A frantic beat
Pulsing with every breath
Every heart beat
And every thought
The moons light
A soft lit
Setting off themes
In nature
A silver blanket
Across my skin
Washing my sins
The clear water
Now a black pit
Fireflies fly
Above the surface
Blooming flowers
Fragrance the air
This is the time
To dream a dream
When night is at its peak
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