Wonder up at this sky, moonless
The twinkle that dimes, reappears and then fades
Marvel yet again at the dark, starless
Eyes shut to the presence of darkness
Rather see the hope of a coming light
O how bright it is, its rising
A scar-less cheek over the horizon
As if gently elevated by undeterred hands
The bright knight poised for conquest
Shadows fading in tailless bands
Found wanting in the duel, in the contest
The sly murk now hangs its fangs
Till
A time
The right
Again
To fight
It gains…
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