That night the moon didn't rise
That night the stars didn't blaze
That night the wind didn't blow
And all movement remained low
Alone she worked the roads
Oblivious of what the night holds
From the dark came a thief's face
And away the she made a race
But the further she ran from danger
The closer she came to its manger
Till she fell into its bosom
And the flower of the thief's desire blossom
Behold the darkness deep
Silence the darkness keep
And release the crickets multiple beep
His motive surpassed her restrictive power
For with uncommon greed he desired her flower
But amazed he was at this hour
To find petals upon her flower
Yet he couldn't hold his greed
Then he made her petals bleed
And left within her a painful seed
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