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Tonight there is no need to hush.
You'll hear the wind just fine,
As it thunders through the dopple
Sided canyons of your mind,
Snapping trees that guard the eve,
And howling with delight.
Escapist fare, so best beware
What haunts your dreams tonight.
Close your eyes, breathe in deep,
And fall into your troubled sleep.
The day is gone. The night is here.
A Midnight bitter, lost, unclear.
In its darkly wicked, selfish game,
It's tempted fate, to stake its claim,
To quench the shadow of a flame.
The storm has come, and called your name.
Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler
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