Nox's cloak spreads and condenses into silk.
A rose behind ice shards and under brass
Lurks in eager anticipation for milk.
He waits for a snake to harass.

A lad cowered under a crevassed peak
Backed by indigo sky streaked azure.
The fey ones chanted their charms towards life
And the lad could dream of a mother's nurture.

Jittering under burning coals,
The lightening darts cave to cave.
Two rubies garnish it within a hole;
Frozen lightening in a deadly have.

Elastic 'might have been'
Disposed now carelessly,
Perhaps not in its rightful den.
Fear those who jet fearlessly!

Angled curves stretch to eternity.
Time runs on his way.
Railroad tracks, one, two, or three
Reach a limited display.

Manacles grasp arms coldly.
Chains glitter and clatter.
Gift horses ensnare boldly
With no warning of the batter.

Little grey particles flicker and gain,
Streaking electricity across a soft mass.
Growling thunder scatters flowering rain,
Raising universes from the grey morass.

The lights are out all over the house.
We've all been plunged nocturnally.
We may choose to whine and to complain and grouse,
But one needs only open the eyes to see.

May I stand on my head a little while?
Honestly, I won't take long!
As a minuscule child's innocent guile
Hits a warm muscle, it's strong.

Rusty, rusty red rotates,
Floating in a swiftly pumped fluid.
Exchanging matter, the air mutates,
And it turns royal blue, the red.

The middle and the beginning
All in one eve
What wond'rous wonders does
The great bard weave?
The middle and beginning
All in one day
When do the fey fairies
Come out to play?

What do you have while reading, writing, or eating, but not while running, swimming, or sleeping?

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