Night
The ending of a long day for many
The beginning of one for others
I sigh as I look out the window
The only sound breaking the silence is the reedy sound of a flute, singing love songs and ballads to the sky
Evening has shed her dark velvet robe upon the world
And snuffed out the candle of sunlight with her dark fingers, leaving nothing but a sliver of moon to guide one's way
I draw back from my curtains, shutting out even the moonlight
Now I am clothed in the deepest dark, the fabric of my robe as light as air
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