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Darkness coiled in the depths of the night.
Where shadows try to hide from your view.
The moon is a mirror reaching for the light.
Rattling on the doors grappling with the dew.

Cigarette rims on window ledges stub out edges. 
The marred ghosts of fear misty file foul pass. 
The well-known places on wrinkle old folks faces. 
When your mind sees and grieves with the ashes.

Moister paint the shadow of your face in the sky. 
And night continues impenetrable at a lively pace.
Unawares of the rage consigned conspicuous cry.
This hoary claim might charm all the living race. 

Perils bring the way that rides the waves of death.
Turned all ends of pleasure into a darker season.
Freely flying thin into the dying fading breath. 
Risky living dreaming of another set of reasons.

Deadly steer rides the night with spavined grey.
Journeying without remorse to throw the woes.
And try to catch a glimpse of the fleeting day.  
That wishes to defeat time with all their prowess.

Darkness running along far flung into the night. 
Black clouds filled the whole dome of the sky. 
Grasp muffle decaying voices along the street. 
Water nectar rain, wash, rinse, and balm the eye.

The Voltaire of space stars on a voyage in the clouds 
Rival unquiet air shivers with unheeding tremor. 
The changed atmosphere invites sleep into the crowds. 
Binaries cover the city to make stragglers scatter. 

The long night closes with a kiss in the frost. 
Pale and fear as dear vintage sauvignon saint. 
When the drink is in the wit, we see the rein of cost.
That holds the kingly feast of a mysterious variant.

From the porter’s view drink, is a jewel of the night. 
Each keeps its way separate in the flames of desire.  
And oozes away in the morning behind the sunlight.
In greater sanctity with dreadful eyes smiling in a fire.

When the dust of morning rises in the grassy skies.
The glint in your eyes, you dare not raise too high. 
And risk the manor for how your honor applies.
When your mind likely knows, it holds a deeper sigh.
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