Dusk rolls over those deep shallow hills,
The solar eclipse falling behind also,
Leaving a feeling of enigmatic wonder,
To bask in the untamed sky.
The moon is high but still,
The waters beneath it brave but calm,
A flash of yellow,
Orange,
Cream,
And gold,
Breaks the surface face,
As the raw light of man shines through.
Oh town of Konoha,
Oh little town Konoha,
What wonders do you hide tonight?
And what secrets are concealed from our site?
To many it is time to sleep,
But to others it is time to keep,
Those distant dreams of absolution near.
In a mansion of old,
A place of sacred promises kept gold,
A private dreamer paints his world passionately,
A man of great class,
Dreams his dream of absolution,
"A dance between you and me,"
He says of course,
His fantasies great,
But his actions greater,
No longer can he feel it,
But he can taste her,
A scent of pure gold beholds him,
In this steady wake,
And from that does he release himself,
And such is his midnight fantasy.
The moon watches over another private dreamer,
But this time she is a silent dreamer,
A dreamer of quiet surprises,
The child of a great warrior,
Dreams her dream of absolution.
"The world will not see."
She says shyly,
Her dreams little yet her cries short and loud,
The fantasy of old gone cold,
But his muscled torso remains on hold,
Ripples of adrenaline course her body,
His ragged hair strokes her cheek gently,
And such is her midnight fantasies.
The stars too gaze upon a private dreamer,
A dreamer gone cold,
The brother of a great genius,
Dreams his dream of absolution.
"But keep it still and let it be,"
He growls huskily,
His visions flawless but his words even better,
He can sense her presence in his mind,
And yet he feels her thick juicy hips,
His breaths caught in the thick smog,
Stars fill his vision,
And such is his midnight fantasy.
The midnight stares also at a private dreamer,
A dreamer famous for her name,
She too…dreams her dream of absolution,
"Our midnight fantasy."
She flirts playfully,
Her desire lustful and gay,
But her moans do not stay at bay,
She desires his skin on her own,
But yet she feels his thick hands on hers.
Her sweat glistens like jewels,
As he meets her halfway through,
And his soft skin seeps through,
And thus are her midnight fantasies.
"A dance between you and me,"
"The world will not see."
"But keep it still and let it be,"
"Our midnight fantasy."
The words spoken by the dreamers,
A flawless chain reaction indeed.
But as the sun breaks through,
The light steals way,
Do these private dreamers see…
Their midnight fantasy.