I have seen the crimson
Face of diurnal sun,
Palpating and fading.
I have been through the dark
Gloomy perpetual sky,
Resting in the shadows of fierce night.
I wore out, waiting for
The end of this dismay.
The night is keeping long, Haunting
And petrifying.
Taking and devouring every star.
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