It started out as a simple whim
And the whim grew into a longing,
And finally it was fury
That drove me out into the night.
There I walked the streets,
Holding fast to my breath
For that was all I had.
The moon struck me a curious glance
And the trees spread their rumors
In the gentle breeze.
And then, out of the darkness came
The striking figure of a woman
Whose eyes seemed to possess
The secret of the night.
And like a whim I dare not follow,
She passed me by, and was gone.
And the stars moved along their course,
And the shadows gathered in their minions
To prophecize the sunrise of the coming day.
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