Night bride
She walks the night on star staircase
by the moons silver glare
glides along the glittered sky
as if wings held her high
her eyes reflect the wounder of the night
a voice like a harp in the wind
flowing melodic sounds
her dress a milky way hue
she tip-toes past the sun
a shadow casts upon our land
Night bride dark outside
Night bride light inside
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