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At the heart of the night
Watch for the lone boy.
Waiting in the pale moons light
Eyes forever changing ice to cloud
Stars
Upon faded jeans
Upon silver hair.
Black leather shines.
Half wild
Still slightly mad
Bewildered by time
Chained to the night
As he stalks he might hear a sound
And shift into a moonbeam
And be gone.
But alas my love
No longer shifts into a moonbeam
He now shifts into a golden beam of sun