Woman of the Night Sky.

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The moon hung like a Christmas ornament.

My drunken companion raised up his glass.

"To the ball of glowing dust in the sky!"

He drank his wine, spilling some from his toast.


I wished him goodnight, and made an exit.

Celebrations like that are too rowdy.

I was ready to rest in my own bed.

I hailed a horse drawn carriage to go home.


The horse clip-clopped its way down the dark road.

I sunk into my mind and forgot life.

Then, some enchanting sound disturbed my peace.

It was a faint woman's voice humming songs.


Though the carriage traveled on, the voice stayed.

The softness of her voice entered my ears.

It seemed to fog my mind, stopping my thoughts.

What strange spell had overtaken my soul?


The carriage came to a stop at my home.

I walked to my house, the carriage remained. 

The driver appeared to be someone else. 

The top hat came off, revealing long hair.


The driver was a mystery woman.

The humming grew louder, her coat fell off.

She wore a dress of pure obsidian.

She had a string of pearls and white jewelry. 


She seemed the embodiment of the night.

The smile on her lips was so sinister.

"Who are you my dear?" I asked fearfully.

Her lips opened slowly, then a loud screech.


I closed my eyes and covered my ears quick.

It was a painful and shrill screeching sound.

When it stopped, I slowly opened my eyes.

I turned to my left and right; She was gone.


I turned around and fell back in surprise.

She had been behind me, inches away.

She seemed powerful standing over me.

Beautiful and frightening all at once.


She placed her foot on my chest, pinning me.

"What is this about?" I quivered slightly.

She leaned her head down, the moon shined behind.

Who was this sultry specter haunting me?


She placed a finger to her lips; Silence.

I nodded, accepting the directive.

Her curvaceous form outlined by moonlight.

Her skin seemed to become an opal white.


The humming returned to seduce my ears.

Time went on as her eyes pierced into me.

My own eyes grew heavy; I blinked repeatedly.

Her body became bright, I fell asleep.

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