A beauty of sweet escence,
A sweet song for the night.
The wind pours over the field,
Not a trace of human life.
The shadows cast out laughter,
The silence sends a chill.
Not a soul dares to come out,
The darkness is ready to kill.
Dark clouds slickly hide the moon tonight,
As the trees sway with the wind.
Not even the sound of a whippoorwill,
As the rituals seem to begin.
They dance around the open,
The wind lifts high into the sky.
All, of what seems to be known,
Is faded out by their cry.
As the darkness fades away,
Snuffed out by the sun's light.
The shadows disappear,
Leaving the world until the next night.

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