Lyretry

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Shadows hovering within sunsets grip
Nothingness in darkness we slowly slip
To roam the fields without fear
And swallow the visions of what they hold near

Moonlight glow covers the way
One must be—There are rules to obey
With wanting lust and veins to bleed
The night becomes of wants and need

Following in the ever open hunt
From the darkest deep forest to the willful waterfront
This hunger will never for now be
In pleasure and pain, they will appease

The stars suddenly silently grow dim
A wrathful sunrise to begin
Hidden, waiting, and yearning once more
This is always as the night before

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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