Calliope is spreading in the sky
She's riding a horse from planets to stars
Of clouds and dust made
Hooves beating the wind, is the Mare
I have been told about many stories
A handful of sand, forging dreams
The wraith that creeps in your mind at night
He's incorporeal, you cannot fight
You let yourself willingly sink
But this one is different
Her hair made of shadow strings
Her spidery fingers of a dozen rings
Her skin a tinted glass in jet black
From her hands around my throat she wraps
Have I ever told you I loved you?
As she creeps in I need to
Touch your skin
Tell you I love you
"I love you"
I know deep down you'd have pet the mare
Shadow-made but still, you'd make a pair
Your dream
My night
Mare
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