Fingers itching, face a frown
Legs are twitching; burn for flight
Mind winds up as day winds down
And twilight turns to night
With fading sun and closing dark
Anticipation builds like fire
Flame blossoms from a spark
Driven by strange desire
Manifold creatures hide within
And struggle to be set free
Feel their legs across my skin
Hear their voices whisper to me
Mystery made by ticking clocks
Who knows what dreams may come
To life beneath this shroud of Nox
Breath is taken, wind-struck; dumb
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