Night after night it was cancelled,
Too many spells contacted the soul,
So that life was certain to be justice.
Nights took another night, fulfilling
The days that complemented them.
Too much magic occurred between
The adversaries who argued, feasted
And swore their heart strokes.
The heart was beating like an intelligent
Man who saw his helmet and sword
In the mirror. The heart stopped growing
And the wishes of a lad were gone.
Nighttime was a light of the divine source,
You must thank the angelic men who lived
According to rules of the future, past and present.
This time, a schism was absent, only
There was night and day, day and night.
The brain was on a message from the past,
Like a comet towards its home so absent.
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