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My 
friends 
lay 
on 
the 
cold 
concrete 
floor, 
snoring,
Mocking 
their 
roles 
as 
watchers 
of 
the 
night
 
The 
cold 
wind 
whispered 
in 
my 
ear, 
as 
the 
night 
skies 
above 
reached 
for 
my 
sleepy 
eyes

I 
waited 
and 
waited, 
my 
patience 
on 
the 
edge
For 
the 
dragging 
sun 
To 
dissolve 
the 
veil 
of 
darkness
Hanging 
about 
my 
falling 
eyes

Unknown 
to 
me
Beneath 
the 
hushed 
whispers 
of 
the 
wind
Lurked 
black 
tongues 
of 
death
Peering 
and 
longing 
With 
a 
savage 
lust

From 
the 
depths 
of 
night 
The 
agents 
of 
death 
sprang
Bringing 
death 
in 
their 
dirty 
hands
I 
tried 
to 
say 
'hey'
But 
a 
dagger 
blow 
to 
my 
head
Overtook 
my 
words 
in 
a 
rage 
of 
madness
I 
rolled 
and 
rolled ,
and 
rolled 
again
Pangs 
of 
pain 
seizing 
my 
whole 
being
As 
I 
showed 
the 
world 
my 
death

From 
my 
state 
I 
listened 
in 
awe
To 
the 
sounds 
of 
death 
roaring 
with 
none 
to 
save
My 
sleeping 
friends 
knew 
not 
luck
Beside 
me 
they 
lay,
Motionless,
Their 
visions 
of 
tomorrow 
crushed
Their 
dreams 
lost 
and 
trashed
Their 
voices 
and 
hopes 
forever 
stilled

When 
I 
heard 
the 
boots 
of 
death
Slowly 
melt 
away
I 
knew 
my 
soul 
had 
lived 
to 
tell
This 
is 
all 
I 
had 
to 
say
Let 
us 
not 
sit 
in 
our 
huts
Tricked 
by 
the 
stillness 
of 
night
To 
mock 
our 
role 
As 
watchers 
of 
our 
nights

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