A flickering lantern swings gently in my night

Upon a fell tree sat this shaky hand to write

My moon does glow, shadows to grow

Fear and inhibitions go, words will flow

 ~*~

‘til fiery red pupil flares, the looming eye of morning peers

Above the distant hills the dewy dawn burns

Dusty light surrounds and sounds of life return

Yet it is the dark of my night that I truly yearn

 ~

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