Fluttering on wings of night,

I hear your call.

You speak in shadows.

The cool hues reaching out.

Dark amethyst hands,

midnight-stained fingers,

wrap around pearl dust.

Grasping hold,

squeezing air from lungs.

Light sputters,

light dies.

Lost to the feathers flight,

on wings of night.

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