daylight ebbs and vanishes before the blink of an eye,
the nature of my being longs to get up and be alive.
the moon beckons me,
calls to me, sweetly.
a worried voice trying to lure me.
the sun kept me awake all day against my nature's will.
the moon tugs at my tail,
the sun leaves memories, imprints, on my fur
as she strokes my muzzle in a lasting goodbye.
a dire fight, struggle, to gain control of me.
the moon wishes, my nature wills me, fight to stay awake.
give up on the sun's waking spell,
fall victim and stay awake
for the one who has always been there for you.
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