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"The darkness engulfs, but cannot hide,
What is clear beneath a moonlit sky.
The beauty of the bride,
None can deny.
The beauty of the bride of the night."

His song brushed the air, unaccompanied and beautifully melodic. She turned quickly to face him, a white walking stick held up in defence. Her white hair and cloak glowed in the starlight of the moonless night and she seemed almost ghostlike.

"Did I disturb the midnight queen?" He said lightly, jokingly.

She flinched as he began to sing again. His voice light and clear, yet with a darkness and sadness in its melody.

"The moon she comes,
To walk the earth,
Ghostlike in the slums.

Of endless worth,
And pale beauty,
She walks the earth

Does she feel it her duty,
To walk in the mud.
Why not walk with me.

Such a delicate, soft bud,
Walking the streets,
Streets washed with blood.

Dance to my beats.
Rise from defeats,
Into a brighter world."

She watched warily as he finished his song. Like a deer she stood, unsure whether to run, frozen. He smiled and walked over to her, his hand extended for hers.

"So my ghostly moon, what brought you from your home?" He bowed gracefully for her.

"Are you sure you see me rightly? Though a drunk more eloquent I have yet to see."

She stood up straighter to show a cloak lined with blue grey, and a white dress embellished with the same colours.

"I assure you I am not drunk. I would not dare enter the presence of a lady such as yourself if I were drunk." He smiled a charming smile.

She looked at him, her eye's softening. A smile though was yet to grace her lips, and her expression was somehow fearful.

"You are drunk then. The despised are used to what they get. But I am glad you did not bring others to laugh at your performance." She said.

"You wrong me dear lady!" He said, sounding genuinely hurt.

"You are more persistent than the others what bet did you lose to be forced to do this?" Her voice was hurt, as she turned away.

"No bet did I lose." He called after her.

But she was already gone, the darkness engulfed her pale form. Like a ghost she left him, standing desolate in the slums.

"A ghostlike form,
The moon upon the earth,
Never will I be warm,
For she has left me.
In the darkness.
All alone."

His voice cracked towards the end. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked to the moonless sky above.

Description
"The darkness engulfs, but cannot hide,
What is clear beneath a moonlit sky.
The beauty of the bride,
None can deny.
The beauty of the bride of the night."

His song brushed the air, unaccompanied and beautifully melodic. She turned quickly to face him, a white walking stick held up in defence. Her white hair and cloak glowed in the starlight of the moonless night and she seemed almost ghostlike.

"Did I disturb the midnight queen?" He said lightly, jokingly.

She flinched as he began to sing again. His voice light and clear, yet with a darkness and sadness in its melody.

"The moon she comes,
To walk the earth,
Ghostlike in the slums.

Of endless worth,
And pale beauty,
She walks the earth

Does she feel it her duty,
To walk in the mud.
Why not walk with me.

Such a delicate, soft bud,
Walking the streets,
Streets washed with blood.

Dance to my beats.
Rise from defeats,
Into a brighter world."

She watched warily as he finished his song. Like a deer she stood, unsure whether to run, frozen. He smiled and walked over to her, his hand extended for hers.

"So my ghostly moon, what brought you from your home?" He bowed gracefully for her.

"Are you sure you see me rightly? Though a drunk more eloquent I have yet to see."

She stood up straighter to show a cloak lined with blue grey, and a white dress embellished with the same colours.

"I assure you I am not drunk. I would not dare enter the presence of a lady such as yourself if I were drunk." He smiled a charming smile.

She looked at him, her eye's softening. A smile though was yet to grace her lips, and her expression was somehow fearful.

"You are drunk then. The despised are used to what they get. But I am glad you did not bring others to laugh at your performance." She said.

"You wrong me dear lady!" He said, sounding genuinely hurt.

"You are more persistent than the others what bet did you lose to be forced to do this?" Her voice was hurt, as she turned away.

"No bet did I lose." He called after her.

But she was already gone, the darkness engulfed her pale form. Like a ghost she left him, standing desolate in the slums.

"A ghostlike form,
The moon upon the earth,
Never will I be warm,
For she has left me.
In the darkness.
All alone."

His voice cracked towards the end. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked to the moonless sky above.