In the silence of the night,
the silhouettes wave gently.
As the moon lit night passes,
thoughts waver randomly.
The smoke spreads unevenly,
in the chill winter breeze,
caressed by uncertainity,
the stars shimmer vaguely.
Time had begun its endless march,
through the space of an empty heart,
wishing upon the thoughtful mind,
were the smiles of a lovely kind.
Paused to think by a fateful night,
stones are tied with a bountiful sight,
pray to the lord and bow with fright,
blessed are those demons, skilled enough to fight.
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