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As night cloaked over the bright blue dies
The first stars glimmer in the violet skies.
Shapes move, lingering twilight shreds
And screams in the dark of things she dreads.
Surrender herself to the sound of night,
Wishing right now for the broad daylight.
The murmurs in darkness seep from walls,
Guided by echos down long canyon halls.
An unyielding river twists to plunge on,
Drowning the rhythm a sense of belong.
She creeps along patrolling the ground,
Hoping to find what once was so sound.
Peerless hunters inspire the dread,
this world of night not home in a bed.
The concept of night I now clearly see,
Stars wheeled over far ahead of me.
Brilliant they shine in emerald-green,
Telling not all of things they've seen.
But treasure they do of the alien dark,
Leaving a trail along with their mark.
Sound baffled wings give in to this night,
Now to discover the wake of sun's light.
Banished once more in this ancient way.
To give in to the dawn of another day.
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