Just a regular night,
another regular girl,
or so it would seem
to the rest of the world.

And the clouds drift on,
'cross the placid moon,
and the sky is lost
as darkness blooms.

Her eyes unshadowed by
the darkest smile,
that plays upon her
lips, so mild.

Her innocence a memory,
her open heart prevails, and
the wispy shadow of the night,
leaves black magic unrevealed.

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*No particular thought in mind here...*