Midnight
As the clock strikes midnight, my sleep ignored
my mind weary, for the battle rages on:
the cavalry fighting stresses unknown
foot soldiers striking enemies, who are
to dastardly to describe in my prose
The battle unworn, my mind and eyes close.
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