Seize the Night

Elegant.
White hand.
Reached, stretched.
Just far enough.
To touch the night.
To tear a piece.
Her very own souvenir.
Taken wherever
She decided to go.
But night, it grows.
In every dusk and shadow.
Until soon it was taking
The girl.
Wherever it wanted
To go.
And she was forever,
Lost to darkness.
Dimly lit.
By one,
Elegant,
White hand.

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