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Somnambulist

Devils are winsome on a moonlit eve, when filigree skies with stars belight.
Angels, too, are known to weave their dance steps to the song of night.

It was upon one such occasion I myself witnessed in silence,
As an unknowing liaison, their employ of tender violence.

Calling wildly, madly, to me, devils all cavorted ‘round.
Singing mildly, sadly, gloomy angels used persuading sound.

Little could I fight seduction from unearthly pleasure sources,
One mere mortal in abduction by such otherworldly forces.

Madly, thought did beat against me, remembrances of rationale.
Never thought I to escape the captors of my meek morale.

On and on their midnight tremble weighed upon my fleshly mind,
Faerie wine poured in a thimble awakened lust, desire did find.

Soon I fell into the dances, raised my voic...

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