"Every seventh day it visits" by Karlo Elamparo
With the stars in the sky, in the evening sun
A friend bids my self to come
Every seventh day its visits are run
To a reverie always in the minds of some
With a flick of its hand, and a smirk on its face
It opens the door to these "dreams"
Every seventh day, we visit this place
Wanton, with sinful pleasures as themes
My friend, it hides, during the day
Never to show itself to any other
Only every seventh night, its whispers, I obey
"Come, once again my feeble half-brother"
Oh what sin, this friend is a fiend;
Oh what trespass I have done!
Every seventh night it visits.
Yet every seventh day, it's gone.
With the stars in the sky, in the evening sun
A friend bids my self to come
Every seventh day its visits are run
To a reverie always in the minds of some
With a flick of its hand, and a smirk on its face
It opens the door to these "dreams"
Every seventh day, we visit this place
Wanton, with sinful pleasures as themes
My friend, it hides, during the day
Never to show itself to any other
Only every seventh night, its whispers, I obey
"Come, once again my feeble half-brother"
Oh what sin, this friend is a fiend;
Oh what trespass I have done!
Every seventh night it visits.
Yet every seventh day, it's gone.
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