A new time begins, one of intrigue and suspense
The light of man is the master and attractor of those who attend
A feeling of loneliness, recklessness, helplessness and defense
These are the feelings of those who regret their set
An attraction unknown, the beauty of a full moons glow
The darkness a slivered sphere throws
A mystery and curiosity for the people who roam
The weak eyes consent to the restful event, others drop
At the weight of their daily plight
A breed of their own, intrigued by the lack of what is know
The Shadow of a Lesser Dawn.
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