When the night takes place in the dark,
Mooned night covers all my scars.
Like puppeteers playing my flagstone path,
Fortress of gloom,I will illuminate among the stars.
Strangest nights on the pillow of curious dreams,
I cloaked the cold & was quiet in the scene.
Whispering to the odds,
I behold myself with comforting hour.
This interlude of time,
The one which echoed and danced to my heart,
A lone wolf beckons to its solitude path.
~ R.S
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