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Soft stars sink their feather-lightness on the world,
From countless points of dewy candlelight
Amidst the dark canvas of the sky;
This hazy glow illuminates the world, and blurs
The boundaries; edges and corners become
Ever more round and indistinct, and we emerge;
The creatures of the night; the stardust and the moonshine
Creatures, who spread their tiny wings and rise like snowflakes
In the darkening air;
Pinpricks in the dark, malicious flames,
Hoarders of dreams and messengers of spite,
We cry out like wolves – and so,
Was that really the wind that sent its shivers down your spine?
We scatter dust
In your eyes and prick their drying surface,
Siphoning the dews of sleep and escaping through the cracked walls of moonlight;
We dance on the ears of the unfortunate until they cry out at this,
Their unseen plague, this unseen malice;
We fade into the night.
Toss and turn on your soft pillows, and do not let
The moonlight touch your face, for we,
Singing ever of decay, shall travel through its whiteness
And steal away every thought you ever had of sleep
And leave you dreamless
And alone.
A Teacup Full of Stories 