The Candle light Dancer.
Siren of the twilight. Temptress of the dawn. You welcome me to you with only distressed intentions. You see her near extinction and all you have to do to give her another moment is to let her go. Smoldering hot and still a becon she is. Dangerously unstable, and more so untouchable. Her warm breath upon me forever welcoming. It is a lure like a moth to a flame. Awaiting the burn, the awe struck slowly extend their hand. Seering pain and still closer they must get. A little more of you dies each time you linger to long near her.
Solace
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Siren of the twilight. Temptress of the dawn. You welcome me to you with only distressed intentions. You see her near extinction and all you have to do to give her another moment is to let her go. Smoldering hot and still a becon she is. Dangerously unstable, and more so untouchable. Her warm breath upon me forever welcoming. It is a lure like a moth to a flame. Awaiting the burn, the awe struck slowly extend their hand. Seering pain and still closer they must get. A little more of you dies each time you linger to long near her.