As the gentle breeze touches the moon
Ushering it to sleep amidst the galaxy platoon
Anxiety hastens the owl to nest
To mediate a night of blissful rest
A fight of fate in the night sky
Between the twinkle lights and dark lie
All odds to defy
Until today at last died with a sigh
Early the raffia rattles
Pregnant with the child of hope, the battle
today again is renewed
As always, tomorrow waits, his dagger unveiled!
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