eating shadows with pure delight
when the little creatures call
into the night and out of sight
holy ghost it takes me whole
constant shivers to keep me up
on a silver platter you have my soul
pouring your drink into my cup
do i dare to inhale this lovely smoke
this cold weather numbs my judgement
as soft as this quiet night we spoke
of hopeful futures and past engagements
you are a melody i cannot resist
killing shadows without a second thought
but under the golden moon is something we missed
little creatures they called and here we were brought
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