Once upon a moonlit eve,
Night took a walk with me.
Over a shadowed pathway dim,
Slowly I kept pace with him.
Silent was he as the grave,
As we walked along the pave.
From his perspective it'd seem,
A world of mystery and dream.
Taking leave of me at morn,
Night lingered 'til the sun was born.
He swallowed up the stars alight,
Then in a whisper said, "remember Night!"
I look to find his revealing face,
Every eve same time and place.
Awaiting patiently to walk once more,
And discover what Night has in store.
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