The spreading gloom calls out to us to be your muse and mistress.
From tree, lake and pond we come, the children of the sea.
Mistress and muse ou be to us, spreading your message, to follow you through the years.
They have taught us how to live in the night, away from all those who would keep us in their greedy sight.
The flowers bloom about us, with cries of joy and love, we shower you with petals.
A golden dove is caught and cooked for your meal, its partner cries out into the night, as the red dusk reaches its wings.
Tinged with dust, a green pear is presented to you, one bite and the juice flows out. Like a stream of sugar.
As the midnight hour ends, our night of merriment has commenced and starts to draw to a close.
Alone you stand, forgotten til next you call the children of the winter rose.
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