Music of The Night

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Nighttime sharpens

Heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses

Abandon their defenses

I watch as he walks over to me with his hand towards me like before in the mirror. Slowly I stand to not fall and place my hand in his. My eyes never leave him and his hand wraps around mine and he pulls me further away from the water, and further into his home.

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender

I briefly look away to the light shining into the entrance when his hand places itself under my chin and gently turns my head towards him.

Turn your face away

From the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away cold

Unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

We pass a mini stage, and there is a figurine that looks like me in the white dress I wore.

'So he was watching. I hope he's proud.'

Leaving my hand he runs up the stairs

Close your eyes and

Surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the life

You knew before

Close your eyes, let your spirit start

To soar

I close my eyes as he says, and his voice sends chills up and down my spine.

And you'll live

As you've never lived, before

Opening my eyes once more, he motions me to come to him. Grabbing my hand once more, he guides me up the stairs and leads me through the maze of candles.

Softly, deftly music shall caress you

Hear it, feel it secretly possess you

Walking behind me he goes behind a row of candles, but still keeps his gaze on me, which I hypnotically return.

Open up your mind

Let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness that you know

You cannot fight

The darkness of

The Music of the Night

Let your mind start a journey

Through a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life

You knew before

Let your soul take you where

You long to be

Standing back in front of me, he softly places both hands on my face

Only then, can you belong

To me

My breath hitches as he says that. His hands trail down my arm to my waist as he spins me around, placing my back on his chest, and holding me by my waist. He grabs my hand and places it on his unmasked cheek.

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