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Is it a fairy or a witch that is knocking on your door these dark, midnightly hours,
who gains entrance without refusal once her gaze invites you in,
and you’re captivated by the rays of the full moon that play across her hair,
that you acquiesce to her suggestions that flow softly like notes into your soul.
They awaken a deep yearning, an almost forgotten hunger surfaces
and you surrender your thinking, you follow her scent, and get drawn into her being
where the inexplicable occurs by a twist of mirthful fate...
a seamless rhythm pulses through their veins ‘til their heart beats murmur a song,
and they rise as a joint spirit, free to look upon the world...