A/N: Hey, I'm gonna take my time on AAM, and this is just a little something that my dreams brewed up last night. Yeah, I don't own Cirque du Soleil: Alegria, or any of it's characters. Dedicated to Eve Montpetit. ~Cristy
Night.
She is the beauty of night, as her sister is the beauty of day. She deserves equal attention for all good that she's done, but she wont take any. She's independent. The beauty of the Night only takes the enjoyment of every little aspect of the night-life around her. She saunters around the courtyard, and dances to the music. The music of chirping frogs and the soft, warm wind that howls trough her black hair. She walks out of the trees in the bare moonlight. It's warm glow makes the pure diamonds in her onyx gown shimmer like the stars in the sky. The goddess of the night smiles, and starts to hum along to the welcoming sound of the night-life. With one last look up at the moon, and the forest in front of her, she turns around to walk back into her comfortable palace to reunite with her sister. Everything and everyone around her are at rest, and had drifted off into their mind's desires. All is clam around her. All is calm inside herself. Her life doesn't get any more perfect than this. All she needs is her sister, and the welcoming night to keep her alive. The queen in onyx yawns, and kisses her beloved sisters' cheek, bows to the moon, and sleeps, with joy, love and gratitude in her heart.
A/N: That was sooo poetic.