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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