Something lurks in the call of night,
Transparent and black glass.
Stacked of crystalline thin bones
breaking apart the light.
Glittering sounds under the rain, it's singing
Songs of eons and love and pain.
Long along had it cast far the stinging
world that bore them, and bound the chain.
When the ink begins to bleed the paper
And the morning begins to pry,
crawling its way along the horizon.
Mischievous, charming, they crack a smile.
At night the black, bright, crystal howls.
Deep in their castle, upon the clouds.
And they're breathing whispers come near the daybreak,
sunlight's performing, dapper, devilish heartache.
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