Silent Moonlight creeps her by,
Her raven locks all afly
She looks like a dream n smiles it too
For some she is honey, for some she is dew
For some the poison ready to brew
She numbs the senses, enchants the mind,
The fire in her eyes ready to ignite
She walks with the grace of a gliding swan
Her aura is deadly,,so feline
Call of the dark, or call of the wild
Name her the best she is THE NIGHT
Special thanks to Deviantart for the pic and the dark mountain outside my bedroom for inspiring me to write this,,,at times I get up in middle of night n stare at the darkness outside just wondering how many new stories has this night created this very moment.
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