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- - - THE NIGHT - - -

I can hear her calling
When the crickets outside
Are lamenting their songs
While her lunar spells dance
Naked before my eyes
And her tender fingers
Touch like the morning dew
She is, she is
The night

I can hear her calling
Now, on the cooling breeze
Whispering her delights
Just around the corner
Her kiss tastes like bourbon
She smells like burning leaves
I still hear her calling
She is, she is
The night

A midnight church bell
And witchcraft hearts
Proceed her spells
How can I take part
Maybe a sacrifice
As a burning candle?
To suffice, I offer
Myself to the dark

I can hear her calling
When innocence is lost
She'll soothe my misery
Here in the fire light
I lay on her altar
Among the trees and beasts
Awaiting her embrace
She is, she is
The night

(c) 2015 Frank Green