Slip into night,
Rather than a flight,
Destiny,
Rests in me,
And the world around,
Is so very unsound,
I beseech,
The furthest reach,
To cradle me home,
Rather than roam,
The dark,
Hear a lark,
Sing,
I’ll bring,
The world a light,
It only seems right,
Among the decay,
I feel today.
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