bat’s wings sprinkled with starlight
gently brush reality from this soul.
and i slip,
softly
into night’s ample bosom.
And so,
come my lover,
let us frolic and play,
weaving tales of what never can be.
come my muse
and share my embrace,
exploring the deepness without.
come, my fate
let us walk
together,
let us ramble
on until the end.
i gather magic, for i am a magician.
so come,
and lay with me for a spell,
come, and
let me drink from your well.
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