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Red smoke drifted across the plain

And it lingered as the rain

Tried to pin it to the ground

With no sound

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Blue shadows shifted to alight

On a moon ascending bright

With a solemn steady gaze

Through the haze

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Antlers and branches shared the paint

And comingled with a faint

Smell of rotting leaves and dew

With no hue

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Sirens did not the scene corrupt

So their song would not disrupt

What no being could discern

Or unlearn

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Morning could not be further on

While the promise it might spawn

Languished in absence of light

For the night

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Darkness contains all that can be

Just because we cannot see

Doesn’t mean it isn’t there

In its lair

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Waiting to reveal intentions

Contradicting conventions

Passed among generations

And nations