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Amidst the glimmering blanket of crystallized earth
when the golden sphere
fades into the recesses of
the backdrop of life

a silence descends

A sound shatters the solitude
Essence of Night clothed in Grey

I hear thy call beckon to my
foreshadowed soul

Bonded in the obeisance
of the color of all and the color of none
Poised on the precipice leading ever on
into an embrace destitute of the gift of dawn

guided by the night

and through the trees of the mountains
as the pinholes fade from the sky
the air chills to the bone of men and their ilk
giving way to the trodden paths
of the spirits of the earth and its once forgotten souls

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