The Nightstalkers Queen Poem by asa sas

When the night touches my skin,
its where my day begins.
Paint on my face for worn out places,
some has faces, lots of crowd,
laughing no bounds, all in smoke cloud.

Looking for true love,
in this place where the lost,
is hoping to be found.

Dancing with my eyes closed,
cold limelight chills my soul.
Thinking im away from here,
away from here, away from here,
to my nostalgical home.

Oh! i saw your eyes grins,
it has in special light from within.
You are the one who pulled me up,
while they strip my clothes out.
Fly me away from this lucid dream.