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All-Hallows-Eve in the Valley(by Joe DiMino)
Shadows creep
Across the valley floor;
Up the mountain sides
Darkly they explore;
And at golden peaks
Holy candles snuffed
Daylight, behind the crests
Falls first victim,
Leaving colder and still
Silhouettes
Of what once were
Demonstrably alive
Thus, Night enters
Dark armies of eyes;
(And a hawk)
The Moons alter ego
For which does the cries,
The beast itself
Or its shadow that flies?
And what really dives?
And what really dies?
No Innocent left
To tell us
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