Comes the Night

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Seething ash and smoke

On a cloud of black perfume

The night settles for the day

Sure come the dark

She will resume.

Suffice then come the day

Late into the afternoon

She sleeps in her hideaway

Of the smoke and ash-rought room.

Again with the darkness

She puts on her dancing shoes

And prepares to join

In courted dance

The old and bright full moon.

And then in song

And dance and fun

They twirl the night away

Next goes the moon

And comes the sun

Until it's finally day.