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The black-clad goddess
Of sweet dreams tonight,
Prances upon midnight gales.
Through streets so least of bright.

Her mount
The silver steed of moonlight eyes,
As they shiver through curling green.

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About shannlien

While the springtime blossoms bloom, I like to work on my seemingly never-ending story, read about fantastical other worlds, or paint the world right in front of my eyes. And dancing through the trees in park with my dearly friends. (In other words, Hello!)

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