From the shadow of a gloom
-where I stood-
Night did blossom, bloom and is full
Then crept up my bosom
With all rigour of her youth
Vanity smiles at human toils
Knowing just how to foil... I watched as
Inert stars try to fight the steely night
Its all futile, futile
As this flickering flare
Gainst the zealous zephyr...of the same night,
Her crisp darkness,
Brittle
Is only broken
by the frequent human
gnomes
and goblin sounds
Beckoning buyers
To their nightly wares.
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