She betrayed herself to that calling in the night,
The promises of the impossible.
She danced solo under the moon light,
A free style dance.
Making love to the breeze.
Lost in her own trance.
Forgetting about the burning sun,
Hurting her so bad.
She was no morning creature,
She dwelt at night.
Seeing her under the moon beams was quite a sight.
Mistress of the night.
She can now set herself free.
Sleep under a tree, carefree.
Happy just to be.
The trees crackle together whispering,
About the mistress of the night.
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