And this will of luxurious night,
The memory would be created by lust,
You critically made to dance the dark,
And the hue of morning as my remark.
You finally touch the floor in black,
And walk as you wear the ink in heights,
Stellar madness will role for you,
To remind this night is the realms of heart.
The glimpse of ribbon forming a constellation,
Those dark intentions dancing for tonight,
And just laugh with the agony of anon,
For you to recognize the clever motions.
Particle of time guides the promenade,
No steps will cause of the lunar catastrophe,
Only surface of essence moves you innocently,
And end this night with great creativity.
