As soon as the sky was black
There she was creeping out
In her most resplendent outfit
Strutting her way across the night
Proud, insolent and defiant
Insouciant , she was back,
Didn't care about who knew it
Or the lewd gossip extemporising
About the reason of her absence
Whatever the cause
Her rest had been beneficial
Wholesome, blooming she was
None of that dark humour
Seeping from her was to be found
Tonight the poets would sing
Her praise, finding solace
Respite and consolation
In her distant embrace
For loneliness was again
As well as love and lust
A virtue to be lauded.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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