Muse of the Midnight Sun by puimun
"...She comes to dance in the minds of those who yearn. Upon the stroke of the hour of the midnight sun. Mad and frenetic, with passion in her very being. She siezes hold and hounds with the power of the furies, and with the gentle touch of a lover. It is said that artists and poets can hear her cry as it winds through the avenues of the night, but it is also true that those who are mad also hear her voice...."