Have you heard of me yet? The night asked, it hissed.
Yes, and as spiteful as the end of the day.
Has the moon shone yet? The night asked, it howled.
Yes and as bright as the torch in my eye.
Have the stars glimmered yet? The night asked, it hurried.
Yes and as small as the ant on my shoe.
And, have the people slept yet? The night asked, it hushed.
Yes, and as deep as the pit of my stomach.
Have I scared you yet? The night asked, it hoped.
Never again, for n ow I know you can’t stay.
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