Morbid
Song of the night

Song of the night

She sings in the night
and watches the moon rise.

Starting with a sweet note,
she eludes everyone with
the beauty of life, and everything so pure.

The mind flashes every possessing memory,
the heart leaps with happiness
and every pain vanishes to the oblivion.

The nigh proceeds
and with time, the tone changes.

The spell of her voice
keeps everyone grounded to the core.

The portrayal evolves
from artistry of birth to the fear of demise.

The melancholy in voice is evident;
yet it seems as serene as before.

For she sings in the night
and watches the moon, as it dies.

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