Night.

The Angel of Night always dresses in black
Her figure is frail and bony
Even though she sits among so many stars
She is often, always lonely.

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^{Drew this at 2 in the morning.
Felt a little lonely and sad. I have my little rhyme
scribbled on a piece of paper i was leaning on.
Drawn with a broken biro pen, pencil and whiteout.
apologies for the bad quality. ):}