Her eyes shine,

As the clock chimes,

Telling her soul,

Wake up;

It's midnight,

Stars dance,

Constellations align,

The city sleeps,

Her dark soul;

Writes,

Papers rustle,

Ink plays,

The night bewitched,

With the words;

She says,

Clouds whisper,

Meteors gasp,

As they witness her hands,

Bathing softly;

In black,

Fantasy smiles,

Reality cries,

When they glimpse,

At the Melancholy;

Her pencil writes,

Time ends,

Feelings sigh,

As her eyes take in,

The first ray;

Of light,

The city awakes,

Her soul dies,

As the blooming dawn,

Burns her;

Alive,

The magic ends,

To be unraveled again,

Later in the night,

When she resurrects;

Under the silvery light.