The Night Within
A perfect day wouldn't consist of the Sun.
A perfect day doesn't begin at the gun.
A perfect day isn't dreary, no, not at all,
But is a cool breeze, instead, soothing the night within.
I'm oft called a vampire, that which I'm not.
I'm oft figured to be a ghost, but instead, I'm alive.
I'm oft referred to as things which aren't of substance,
But what does encompass me is the night within.
The night is so quiet
And the night is so full.
It's a perfect fit for me.
The night is half a rotation
Of heavenly bliss.
If I never saw the Sun again,
I'd never shed a tear.
Now I'm always open for daytime fun.
I know this because I don't melt from the Sun,
But if I had my druthers,
And I surely do,
I'd have the moon and her light
And let the night within howl.
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