Under the star spangled sky night prevails,
Of not beauty but fear does she wear a veil,
Creatures Of the underworld roam abound,
No where but no where solace is to be found,
Hated & betrayed & falling from grace
Oh is there no place that I can save face!
Darkness & her creatures are hunting me down,
Can I my sweet take refuge on thy hallowed ground…
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