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The moon ascends, a specter pale,

Its gaze a curse, its light a veil,

No mercy for the frailest glow,

Beneath its glare, no day will grow.

No dawn shall rise, no warmth be known,

The night has carved its frozen throne,

No dawn shall rise, no sun shall burn,

In frozen night, we shall return.

The night is darkest before the dawn,

Where darkness creep, and light is gone.

No morning light, no stars remain,

In the void, we are unchained.