Stringent orange, as the day fades to
dusk,
Glitters the dew, and the aroma of
musk
To whence the birds, all hallowed on
high,
Relent to the sleep, with a vigorous
sigh.
All hail to the moon, as it’s
starting to peak,
Gives light to the one that night they
do seek.
Tis evil and chaos, as viewed by the
scared,
And splendor and romance to those who
are paired.
To have and to hold, with warmth all a
new
The stillness of night, the chatter of
few.
The wonderous dreams we share thru the
eve,
Til sunshine the morning...the
shawdows that leave
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