The night, cold and silent,Held a warmth and soundThat echoed through my thoughts.It wasn’t deafening as it crashedAll around, only mildly amusing.The shadows devoured the lightWhich gracefully enhancedTheir deep rich darkness.The world circled and danced,Leapt and ran, swimmingThroughout the witching hour.
-Phen Weston
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