A poem done by : Kyra Sarah Whitehall.

Night, dark and silent.
We sat and listened to music watching the stars.
Thinking of the days, we got up, turned the music loud and danced all night.
The sun came up and we fell to the ground, smiling at each other. Thoughts and love thinking of that dance.
He leans over andkisses her. She kisses back. They smile.

That night was just the best one. A night they never forgot.

The Dark Soul,
Sarah.