House of the black moon
A large lizard green
Was climbing the façade
With slow and stately steps
Without hurry with time blending
Of the dark night austere
Of the clouds that the moon
Covered pink and red
On that day
That day was drear
That day was sultry
And next Dawn awoke
dishevelled
and next Day more drear than drear.
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