As night in its wait
Rocks you in its arms
Smooching deeper and deeper
Promising the moon
when you ask and cry in craving
as your radiance would tell you
The moments of flair
raving the art In her heart.
When blood is reddened and redeemed
And its glare stalked in clarity
And totality in a crystal confined
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