The dews of the night
A Spirit mischievous
As they fell
He caught them in a
Cauldron
Floating high in the
Clouds:
Warmed them with his
Breath passionate
Warmed them to
Steam of the skies
In the heavens of
The night
Funereal
Mourning
Sights
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