Treasure Island

Angelique Hell

(France)

Night Nymph


This is the night
It’s time for me to wake up
I’m a night nymph
The night nymph of your dreams

Come in my world
Filled with flowers and pure water
Illuminated
By the light of the moon

I’m afraid of the light
I’m afraid of the noise of the world

When evening comes
I come down from heaven for you
Spreading my wings
Black as night and silver gray

Don’t break them up
Whereas I will never came down
To visit your nights
And dream up you sweet dreams

I’m afraid of the time
I’m afraid of the rules of the world

Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013
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