She hovers over hallowed ground
Creates the most delightful sound
Runs with the fox hunts with the hound
The goddess of the night
A heart as cold as arctic ice
Thaws every time she takes a slice
Her virtue doubles as her vice
The goddess of the night
A power to bring giants to their knees
Unlocking hearts with master keys
Her hug disguised her fatal squeeze
The goddess of the night
A juggernaut of wit and charm
When reapers took her by the arm
Was they who wound up at the farm
The goddess of the night
She's out there now still standing tall
With scissors for your paper wall
Deciding if you're due a call
The goddess of the night
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Author:
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This is just excellent!! Wonder who this mystery goddess it, she is so lucky! l love how her heart thaws every time she takes a slice! So many great metaphors, hard to pick just one. Great job!!
I really appreciate your continued support and friendship Christina
Such encouragement is priceless
A wee star
Ta
You have a way!
I very much appreciate that
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And your time to read and comment
Thank you very much
It was my pleasure.
Your catchy, if that's a word?
Sure is
As a scot I hope your ashes team are catchy next week
Wow... Best left alone unless you want one last good night!
Fantastic write
Thanks Dan
So good to see you going strong
Much respect
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