As Night Falls

As night falls
romance covers
her wounded

From nigh' to morn'
te' crows knew,
awaiting the night
at dusk, love-
the nightly mood.

Her lips awoke -
the sleeping city,
grabbing the moon,
as the stars

Blood dripping
from her lustful-
sword, time to
cast away hurtful

Requited love
burning like
embers, melting-
frigid hearts.

Unbridled passions;
nay of ceasing,
bereft of fear,
aught of pleasing.

Truly nothing
of all sums,
tis rare or fine,
ever is so nigh
‘til morrow comes.

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