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Night fell. Thoughts wander. Carved heads of lamps

swing shades dissembling outside the window.

Footsteps of passer-by, dissected by the moon, have died away.

O dark, my bliss… Immovable in this dark-born phantasm,

I feel the argent shades approach. Awaked,

like crazy Aladdin, I take the lamp of midnight dreams

from ancient pictures, and I steal away

into the windy night to fly above the sleepy city.

But Morning threatens always on the sly:

the cry of the new light will overtake,

and silver bullets of the dawn will strike my flight--

and night will leave for crystal of the mirrors

in timeless dwelling of Parisian Vampire.