the end?
the birds soar
and sing their songs to the sky
as they bathe themselves in sunlight
the wind roars
and carries tales from far and nigh
that the young ones beg it to recite
they laugh and wonder
at the words of the wind
wishing to hear many more
but the bath breaks asunder
as the sun grows dim
and shines its grace on another shore
the serenade ends
as the songs slowly die
and heavens begin to darken
being forbade to attend
the young sadly cry
for the tales they'll no longer harken
they wearily sigh
as they turn to take leave
and commence their long flight home
the day has gone by
and made for the eve
its entrance a right all its own
its coming is foretold
by the shouts of the shadows
by the eager scents in the air
finally free from the hold
from the bouts and the battles
of the day they no longer despair
their whispers fly freely
their thoughts made sound
as they rejoice with the coming of the night
the tricksters spy preenly
as their victims they hound
leaving no choice for them but to take flight
the young ones laugh softly
and search the dark depths
for a mate to whom which they can croon
they run and dance loftily
taking deep and sweet breaths
as they wait to give praise to the moon
it shines with cold heat
lending order to chaos
lending sight to the lost and blind
it sits bold in its seat
fending the border of day off
tending the night at all cost, for all time
but the young shades
stop dancing, stop singing, stop prancing
as they look towards the hazy horizon
their eyes like sharp blades
keep canting, keep glancing
as they watch their lords foe slowly rising
they turn to head home
to avoid their foes sight
to avoid its heat and its might
they're now on their own
their lord losing the fight
as the day slowly swallows the night
their cries can be heard
for miles all around
their despair, a strong scent in the air
a song from a bird
a smile, a sweet sound
all ensure the night's spent and day's there
one can't help but wonder
if the mourning would cease
if there would be an end to their cries
once they realized their blunder
of scorning with ease
of falling victim to the dubious lies
would they continue to run
and flee from the end
if they knew it was the beginning in disguise?
the beginning
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