On the eve of the night, invading the forest in her gown, a piano's echo calling, a single light beckoning, the dream that had become reality telling her she'd taken her longing too far. Candelabra flames wreathing immortal, she passed transient in shadow, a sonata whispering, an apparition leading, her new reality wrapped in fantasy letting her know there was no reason to ever leave. ©February 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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