Melodies of Night

Kissed by time and scorned by fate,
With a map of all his past despair
Across his face like a scraped-up slate,
The ghost of love that once lived there.

A scented wind deceives and lies,
It tells of flowers long since lost
And stimulates his silent cries
That call for Jim at any cost

But past despair gives way to Light
On Vulcan still, you touch a star
And let the melodies of night
Transport you where the angels are.

Of course, and then this happened...

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