Lord Of Night

Night is an ebony skinned stranger
In a long black coat
Hooded eyes with a lure of danger
stalking words I wrote

When shadows shift amoung the stars
He dances in the dark
Made beautiful by daylight scars
Upward in hail of spark

Campfires be his hunting ground
He stalks the ember’s glow
When the moon is full he can be found
where starlit rivers flow

He is Dream King, Lover, an empty pillow
A whisper in the reeds
I join him there beneath a weeping willow
With softly spoken pleas

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