Angel in the night,
Creeping behind the pale, moonlight.
Casting shadows on the ground-
Your silent screams,
Resound their sound.
What have I seen?
Tales of fickle beings.
Morning doves rest and sleep.
While your beauty and the night encompass me.
Shadows in the pale moonlight,
Fiery eyes, lurk in the night.
Shadows cast by reality,
Project a skewed image.
Perception becomes confusing.
The truth becomes lost,
In our shadows.
And our shadows in the night,
Become our false reality.
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