Often, the night is my truest of darling
With wings of some myth that comes from within
My heart to the other world abducting
End of reality where fancy begin
Roads to the hidden earth of magnificence
Catch the possible of many expeditions
With grapes of the dark eyes of innocence
To try to distill its state and conditions
The fiery flow of the wings that shall go
On to leaning towers of man's own essence
And give their desire in every it's flow
Like drink of earth's water in deliquescence
Where the smooth glistening night butterflies
Fly their distant in search of tomorrow's skies
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