Moonlight pearls,

cast long-drawn shadows,

illuminating hues of pink,

beneath the pale blue skin.

Silver ivory flashes across the deep burgundy fluffs,

drumming up bolts of thunderous buzz.

She belts out,

a song so deep, yet hallow, it pricks at the touch of skin.

As if a command was given,

the golden gate opens, and a parade begins.

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