Because the Night is full of lust,
Averted mirage of Sun’s combust,
Alliance with the moon doesn’t matter,
When the lovers of dark come to chatter.

Because the night is full of suspense,
Shielding the lives in admiring pretense,
Alliance with stars becomes a daunt,
When the lovers of dark come to haunt.

Because the night is full of dark,
In that ally, in the next park,
Alliance with insects becomes a ruckus,
When the lovers of dark digest the succus.

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