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Dancing Night
Shadows cloud my head,
Darkness falls upon the earth,
A weariness descends,
A stillness sweeps the world to dead.
I waken now, or so it seems, to laughter full of mirth.
A shimmering glow,
A touch of snow,
the beauty of a rainbow,
A figure rises from the light
as stunning as Calypso.
"Come dance with us" the figure cries,
Then danced the little sprite
I take the hand it reached to me,
so dark and smooth and cool,
and suddenly, in swirling waves,
my world begins to flee.
A thousand voices fill my ear,
not human I could tell.
A thousand figures like the first,
now curiously appear.
Some are pale, as clear as glass,
and some are darkened tan,
but all are dancing joyfully,
in shoes that shine like brass.
"Come dance with us" they sing again
in tinkling, ringing tones,
so, dance I did, with all my might
until the clock struck ten
They give me drink, to quench my thirst
a drink so heavenly,
something sweet but acidity,
a flavor full of burst.
Hours pass but still, we dance,
until the music changed,
Soon I sway in sleepiness,
while the figures ‘round me prance.
When I awake from peaceful rest,
I’m no longer in their world,
The figures have all gone away,
‘twas just a dream I guessed.
But when I open up my hand,
There upon my palm,
I find a gift they left for me,
I gift from their own land.
It is a shoe, a shiny one,
Just like the sprites had worn,
I keep it as a memory,
From that night of mystic fun.
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